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Continue reading →: Again
I checked to see if the sun was going to rise. Not on a screen or the radio. I walked back by where the dogs were sleeping, Near the throbbing wood glow of the stove. Beyond the window scattered light, though faint, Brought relief through the huddled trees. They had…
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Continue reading →: Handling The Messiah
Around this time of year, I make a point to listen to George Frideric Handel’s Messiah. He wrote this monumental piece in 1741, long before the fray of our modern monetized version of Christmas. Did you know it was first performed during the Easter season? Written in three parts it…
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Continue reading →: NOvember 20—Deep Winter
I’m glad I’m not in Buffalo, NY. I’m more like a Bison-stander in Oshtemo, MI. You heard me. I’m an innocent bison-stander exhaling fog and ice while dusted in snow. The snow blower I borrowed really blew. The blowback covered my mane like a mountain peak. I needed to take…
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Continue reading →: As One Leaf Falls, So Falls Another.
Autumn has my heart, always. There’s something about a blushing tree that draws my attention. Maybe it’s emotion. Could be a touch of empathy for the forest as it strolls toward dormancy. The maples, especially, gasp with color as their breathing slows. Summer draws down. The sun flattens its course…
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Continue reading →: Cast
An undertow of tears dragging thoughts at first, Then emotions burst In a tumbler of sorrow. * Blessed are mourns Curled under and away. Sit ashore with me, stay. Let’s embrace our humanity. * Oh, ocean, receive our Drops of brokenness. And on your openness We shall pray. * “Is…
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Continue reading →: Sunday Psalm
Who can stop the rain’s descent, each tear formed and sent? The H and the 2 and the O banded as a trinity went * to play on leaves hung on the air like a lung in the spreading tree, stepping down, rung to rung. * They patter like a…
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Continue reading →: Sunday Psalm
The sun ascends, climbing like a sloth, winking through the leaves. Soon its light will spread Like a garment laid out upon the horizon. For now, I wait, Like a psalmist, For His face to Shine on me.
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Continue reading →: Farther
It wasn’t the father who was a long way off, but these days it seems so. It’s as though the sons wandered off in search of the father. Prodigals go and come from either end, then end up wondering in the in-betweens. I thought it was just me, yet, ain’t…
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Continue reading →: Deeper Still
Go down, step off into the deep waters they say…at least they used to say. Now we skip our minds along the surface hoping never to sink into the unknown. But is in the depths where stillness sits under the pressure of context and history. God holds my breath, from…
Gerald the Writer 