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Continue reading →: Another Sunday
The wandering rise of morning light Mingles in and through the crowns Of oak and elm like broken speech. The halting of a haunting while This day breaks into pieces on the ground. Light falling all around, resting on Seemingly impenetrable surfaces. Leave lie its’ yellow demure as it lay…
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Continue reading →: The Birth of Motherhood
The first borne is a refocusing, A wonderment which halves Your heart in the mystery of it all. Each half, if bonded together, Is a doubling of your thrums, And a healthy enlargement. One little child is all it took. You’re in a new identity. We all see it, that…
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Continue reading →: Etchings
In over the dark, Light settled on the Bone limbs of branches. A covering sigh Of winter’s last whisper. An overcast came down To surround our small House in the wood. Afternoon winds on the way To dust off the etchings Of grace, of the silence. Yet, for now, I…
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Continue reading →: Look Up Psalm 19
How often I forget. Eyes, razor-like, look on, Gaze along the horizon, While stars spindle down Into my soul like a midnight Dream, scraping the chill Off my bones, off my bones. * A local poet named the dark- Wide-skyscape beautiful; love. I’m still looking around at The fading shadows…
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Continue reading →: Silent Light
A few months ago I began lighting a candle as part of my morning ritual of coffee, reading, praying, and writing. The little light sits off to the side and after a while goes unnoticed…until recently. We bought a house in the dead of winter. What emphasized that fact was…
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Continue reading →: Somewhere Near Christmas
So close, just beyond this busy corner. Has to be here somewhere. I see the rushed paces, flushed faces; Blank stares and unawares. Happens every year, the fight to hear… The little drummer boy, Angels on high, My mother’s tired sigh. Christmas past pasted Like cards around doorways. New pajamas,…
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Continue reading →: Sunday Psalm
Loosen my grip, Oh Lord, Make my hands And heart Humble receptors Of Your love. Have mercy once More. Grace me to Wrest free from Which I cling, And what is clinging, and give rest. I rest in Thee. Psalm 131 Matthew 11:28,29 John 14:27
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Continue reading →: Like A Child
When was the last time we skipped? Not a meal. Neither church. A kiss goodnight? * I’m talking about skipping, literally. Down a sidewalk. In a park. Along a hallway. * When was the last time our hearts Skipped a beat; Lept a leap? Bounced in hope? * Come, take…
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Continue reading →: Sunday Psalm
Come unto Me, Sit, be still, and breathe. All the distractions Will wait for you. If you stay here For a while I will Show you how to be Present. * Come and see, I haven’t changed. The swirling world Doesn’t dishevel Who I Am. The world can wait While…
Gerald the Writer 