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Love In the Time of Plague

Global Awareness 

I give you the gift of poetry . . .


--Emily Isaacson


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There was a row of doors,

each different, speaking like the mouth of a house

as they opened and shut,

whereby the words could come in and go out.


There was the ornamental screen door on each,

white, brown, black, red, framing the entrance

while citizens of Mission City sat on their porches:

one old plaid woman in a rocking chair,

a young guy with long hair, strumming

his silver-stringed banjo.


Fleur was the little woman;

she stood at the gate to the garden at dusk,

the fragrance rose and cracked,

the petals were like the folds of her dress.

“We love our house,” she said.

“Our house has deep shadows;

the shadows of saying hello

and the shadows of saying goodbye.”


I climbed on my delivery bike with its basket

and rode through the street all night

with the downtown newspapers.

They were folded like origami.

By five, it was early morning,

and the sun was just beginning to rise.

I was standing in the street in ripped jeans;

it beheld my sackcloth as a fierce tiger lily.


--Emily Isaacson, Hallmark

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Burn the Ships

How did we get here?

All castaway on a lonely shore

I can see in your eyes, dear

It's hard to take for a moment more

We've got to


Burn the ships, cut the ties

Send a flare into the night

Say a prayer, turn the tide

Dry your tears and wave goodbye


Step into a new day

We can rise up from the dust and walk away

We can dance upon our heartache, yeah

So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships

And don't you look back


Don't let it arrest you

This fear is fear of fallin' again

And if you need a refuge

I will be right here until the end

Oh, it's time to


Burn the ships, cut the ties

Send a flare into the night

Say a prayer, turn the tide

Dry your tears and wave goodbye


Step into a new day

We can rise up from the dust and walk away

We can dance upon our heartache, yeah…

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Composer: KING & COUNTRY

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