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Continue reading →: R and R
Relief or Restoration? I rattled through two sleeves of upscale buttery, saltine crackers like a couple of clips from a machine gun. This was after I found an old war flick, A Bridge Too Far, recounting the failed mission of WWII code named Operation Market Garden. I just wanted to…
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Continue reading →: On Birth. The Concept of Conception and so on. Thoughts.
In ’61, my studio apartment, called the womb, got a bit tight through no fault of my own. The force of nature pushed me out through the tunnel of love. I choked on air for a moment or two, and cried. “Here I am, now what?” The sounds of a…
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Continue reading →: Sunday Psalm
Further up and further in. When kingdom comes I will be done. Thou will be my vision when all is cleared from view. Stones stepped on again, not thrown. Tongues tied, not whipped around with little thought or reason. Time to settle down, not settle. So many ways to be…
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Continue reading →: Clifford, The Big Red Truck
The big white van, a.k.a. Big Bertha a.k.a. airport limo, was traded in for a red truck, a.k.a. Clifford. As more of our children fan out to put their own dents in the world, ours is shrinking. I remember when my mom had to learn how to cook for less.…
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Continue reading →: Hindsight
We’re about to look over our shoulders and attempt to frame a year which seemed like a decade. The overabundance of information has dulled its own edges. We’re left scratching our heads wondering where the truth lies. Truth lies. Hmmm. I really want to write with the goal of…
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Continue reading →: Laying Down Markers
We’ve all done it, we’ve lain down markers. We can’t remember everything, so we recall some things over and over until a cairn is placed on our memory like a now moment saturated with eternity. * She had been gone a while. I was a punk kid with a short…
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Continue reading →: Sunday Psalm 11/29/2020
I watched the frost efface as the sun rolled out like a resurrection. There is more shine through the disrobed maples. Even the burning bush flamed out, its fires gathered and sucked from the curb. There is a settling into winter like a turning dog on his bed. We sense…
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Continue reading →: Thanksgiving 2020 Thoughts
“In everything give thanks.” The Bible Everything? No caveats? Splain me Lucy, please…and thank you. Does this 2020 year opt us out of the verse above? I certainly don’t want to change this holiday to Thanklessgiving. The verse came way before the last Thursday of November was christened a…
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Continue reading →: Jesus Wept
This was the writing prompt I found: In order to grow, I feel I need to… Cry. That’s all. Simple. I’d John 11:35 it. Jesus didn’t cry though. He wept according to some versions of biblical text. One short sentence. Two words. Jesus wept. Period. Full stop. In…
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Continue reading →: Going and Coming
Never-never mind the wherewithal. The acuity wanes, searching soul-level perceptions. Blank stares burning focal points down. Unfinished sentences atrophy further into the silence. Their memories left for us to curate. We place warm dignity over the frontal lobes. Our prayers shape around a long farewell. We know them, and they…
Gerald the Writer 