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Chip Off the Old Block - May 10, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 10, 2025
  • 1 min read

the tea bag string

winds around the spoon

as I stir, lost in thought

 

inside the dark clouds

of the day, a feeling arises

that something’s missing

 

do you guys sink into emptiness

sometimes, for no apparent reason

even when everything in your life

is fine and in order?

 

some say we’re a piece

chipped off God

to breathe and work and

play in this place He can’t

 

if so, it would make sense

that once in awhile

we get a message

we can’t quite read

 

something is bothering

us, pulling on us

 

a kind of depression

that simply means

we can’t go home

while we still drink tea

 
 
 

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