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      January 27, 2015The TransformationRed Hawk

      What prayer or magic spell or luck
      leaves us breathless, thunder struck
      just from looking in each other’s eyes
      across the breakfast table? Surprise
      of love comes as a kind of Divine Grace,
      as if I’d never seen your face
      before and now am stunned that you adore
      the likes of me; whatever for
      I do not know but now you’re stuck
      and seem enamored of my face, its every ruck
      and deep crevasse your sheer delight; it defies
      all reason. Yet this spell causes us to rise
      and with no word we tenderly embrace.
      The sweetest feelings rush to fill the space
      as if God came in through an open door
      and we are nothing like we were before.

      from #45 - Fall 2014

      Red Hawk

      “Poetry showed me the way to Our Creator. Early on, I realized what appeared in the poems was beyond what I knew, had known, or could know. The poems showed me the right way to live; then, in order to deserve the right to continue and receive, I had to begin to live as the poems indicated. From poetry, a man of little faith began to operate solely on faith that he would continue to be given the material to write poems. So far, this faith has never deserted me.”

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