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Continue reading →: Soundings
Caught in a crevasse, In the lows between Two rogues. Who directs these, And how am I here? This ocean cannot be Fathomed as the Heavens cannot Be crossed. To whom do I belong? The temptation is to jump. Man overboard, Man Over bored. Whether Jesus lays asleep…
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Continue reading →: Statements
The straightest point between Two lines a short distance. The scenic route is Lined with roses. All roads lead to Roaming. The unimpeded stream Is speechless. A waist is a terrible Thing to mind. Many proofs are At the end of the day. Love…
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Continue reading →: God Joined Me for a Drink
The trickle of unconsciousness filled the tin cup. I couldn’t handle the half empty of hope and a future. I drank and drank to quench the mystery of the largess of God. But God had salted the water and assaulted my soul with an eternal thirst. He held…
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Continue reading →: Another Monday
Dawn rolled out like a scroll, the sun tracking its due diligence. Light and heat stroll across the scapes. I get to the bottom of my mug, breathe thanks to the Maker of it all, and step off into this resurrection real.
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Leaning toward Sunday, Tilting away from Friday, Today is a forward-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 in-between where faith hyper ventilates and…
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Continue reading →: Faith and/or Doubt.
Life verse. Seems a bit narrow minded to pick one verse to frame a life. I get it though, those who tattoo a verse on their calf don’t throw the rest of the Bible to the wind. If I plucked one scripture out of the barrel, John 11:35 comes to…
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Continue reading →: Heavy Cream
In hot water, into the grind, the grounds of black semantic overture. Simple strain, drips, rip, tip my conscience awake, then steal time to brim the rim. Steam lifting, Cream diving, touch bottom, to rise as a dream, spreading like an early morning kiss of fog, dulling…
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Continue reading →: April Fools Eve
I don’t mind the snow. April’s fool arrives tomorrow, but today each flake waifs down in its own personal space. A small squadron of geese honk by, swirling the snow in their wake. They kept flying northeasterly. Their laying bets spring hasn’t gone anywhere. It’s just an Indian…
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Continue reading →: I Love Peanut Butter
Like spiraling a spatula round the bottom of a peanut butter jar, so am I each morning in a futile attempt of scraping in hopes of a slather of meaning on a Monday. Why is the wholeness divided into seven daze? Does a heart beat me, ever?…
Gerald the Writer 