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Continue reading →: An Open Letter to Sunday
Dear Sunday, Good morning. I hope you are found by many as a resting place. In these days all strung together with no commas or periods may we all find you nestled between parentheses, protected from pandemics and quarantines. Even God took a breather from His creativity and sat with…
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Continue reading →: The Maker of the Universe, Lyrics. By Phil Keaggy
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: The maker of the universe, as man for man was made a curse. The claims of law which he had made, unto the uttermost he had paid. His holy fingers made the bow that grew the thorns which crowned his brow. The nails that…
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Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: Leaning toward Sunday, Tilting away from Friday, Today is a back-slash. A hyphen won’t suffice. ? An and/or proposal, Crux of a both/and scenario. This end of a Holy Week, Feels likes an ellipsis… ? This Saturday, Post back lash, pre punctuation scars. This…
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Continue reading →: Stationary
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: Waiting at the station, the platform held me at attention. The iron lines lie parallel and secure with rusty spikes. Underneath were white stones large enough to kill someone. ? Twin rails, identical, dependent like a yoke to carry a burden. Similar tracks would…
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Continue reading →: Masking Tape
Play tape: “Sew Veriola. Sew like the wind!” The Three Amigos Those words jumped from my lips when I saw her sew. My wife Barbara looked up, smiled, put the pedal down, and the machine revved. The sound of it whisked me back to my mom mending and making clothes…
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Continue reading →: A little blog blabber. (You’ve got time to read this, or you can clean your garage.)
I didn’t touch the news yet. Took my synthroid. Sipped some coffee. Read from several books. It’s been a full two hours and I haven’t seen the world map blotched with blood from one continent to another. So many have offered perspective by comparing all the different ways humans die…
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Continue reading →: Why Two Days Changed My Fussbudgetness.
Originally posted on G. Allen Barrett Poet. Writer. : Lucy, from the comic strip Peanuts, was often referred to as a fussbudget. Over the past few years I have become a fussbudget, my heart traipsing around the landscape of complaint, unbelief, and fear. Recently I described it to someone as…
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Continue reading →: The Heights of Humility
Recently, I went to the mountains in Colorado. The camp was nestled at 8600ft. It took my breath away in all respects. Such grandeur. The day before I returned to Michigan, a group of us decided to go to the crosses another 1500 feet up. Three crosses mounted on a…
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Continue reading →: My Personal Turkish Delight
Peanut butter and banana toast and I go back a long way. I’ve probably mentioned this before. Now, fifty years later, the slathered combo atop a crispy base holds carbolicious delight…and comfort. You’re probably nodding in agreement iffin you have bitten into such wonder. When I was a punk in…
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