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Continue reading →: Birthmarks
Peal up shadows, and drape them over the deck rails. The sun will dry them like raisins. Gather them wrinkled. Don’t iron out the mystery, but leave a trail back to the Light that birthed them.
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Continue reading →: Demure to the Rocks
This is my means of survival. Highlighted bookends. Adjusted paperweights. Arranged refrigerator magnets. If I can simply keep things from moving, I’ll know. Fixed positions, steady on this blue blurry ball. Give me some space, a bit of time, and this continuum will seem like an unimpeded…
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Continue reading →: The Most Interesting Man in the World
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: Yeah, you might have seen the commercials. I think they’re advertising a beer, anyway, I got to thinking… Would I really like to be the “most” in anything? Even the most interesting man has to accomplish the most uninteresting of duties. Take a leak.…
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Continue reading →: Any Other Way
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: Oh God, come any other way, but not as a child. ? Come in a space ship so we can claim you as an alien, as a figment of our imagination. ? Wash up on earth’s shore so we can claim you as a…
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Continue reading →: Singing Silently
They carried my tune. They welled, then rolled silently on down while the elderly sang, and bells rang. I tried to sing of that silent night. Only translucent notes fell as all the world kept silence. Tears with minor tones.
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Continue reading →: December Crawl
Fog stumbled in, shuffling on shrubs, tripping on curbs. How it mocked the low-beams, and licked what was left of the last snowfall. December crawl. Visibility: one quarter mile ‘til Christmas. Quarter smile.
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Continue reading →: Psalm of the Practicing Agnostic
I’ve tried gritting my teeth, But ended up grinding them. I’ve tried getting a grip, But ended up grappling. The bootstraps were pulled, But snapped like suspenders. I haven’t been anxious for nothing, But worry about everything. Agnosticism doesn’t play well, While an impersonal God takes it personally. “Relax…
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Continue reading →: Of Theorems and Theology
Is Jesus the theory of everything? Can we walk together in a unified field, so wherever I go, there He is? Is Jesus a string through it all, wending, weaving like a thread? Does He carry us along its cord? Did Jesus split history like an atom? Is…
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Continue reading →: Custodian
A poem To mop The stillness That spilt When the Alarm spat.
Gerald the Writer 