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Do you mind
If I share a dialogue?
My chalice of truth and reality
Is far too full to contain the depths of my soul
A chalice of roads trod, rivers crossed, and mountains climbed
Bearing a brew too overpowering and juxtaposed
To consume in solitude
Come share in my abundance
Lest I overflow.

Do you mind
If I share a smile
The sun in my face
Reflects the sun on a topaz sky
Reflects the gurgle of a newborn
Reflects the grace of the cotton-tailed hare
As does the sun
The joy of a friend
The harvest of effort
The awakening from a dream to a dream-filled reality
Creates a warming hearth within me
A hearth that comforts but never burns
Come bask in my warmth
Lest I grow cold.

Do you mind
If I share a tear?
My portmanteau is heavy-laden
With the tears of grief, fear, and shame
Tears of my own vulnerability
Tears of distrust
Tears of surveying the parlor of felicity
But an unidentified hand holding me back
Preventing me from entering
Tears from screaming for help at those in that parlor
Until my voice is bereft of speech
Yet no one even notices
Tears at believing that even God has turned a deaf ear
Tears at saying farewell to loved ones all too soon
And forever accosted by enemies and naysayers
Tears at the eternal thunderstorms
Thunderclaps that ascertain that misfortune is imminent
Crystal balls of hail that smash all goodness into oblivion
And floods that wash away all signs of its existence
My salt-caked, drenched burden
Has increasingly become overwhelmed
Come help to relieve it of this liquid sorrow
Before I explode.

Do you mind
If I share a hope?
For as long as there is
Air in my lungs
Ink in my pen
Paper on my desk
And a God in Heaven
There is hope.
Hope, like a new spring
With the budding of daffodils
The sprouting of leaves
And the melting of the remnants of a cruel season gratefully forgotten
Hope, like the comforting embrace of a friend
The respect of an opponent
And the support of ones with nothing material to gain
Hope, like a holy dove
Begs us to acknowledge it
And the leafy message it brings
That life can be beautiful
As beautiful as we make it
Come nurture hope with me
To keep it alive.
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