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Continue reading → : It
The walk and the wake of it, The talk and the take of it, This life is mine, And filled with mines, Yet Yours it is, In the breathe and the breath of it, In the deep and the death of it. The grace and the grease of…
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Continue reading →: Puzzled into Coherence.
Where were we going to eat the Christmas quiche? I’m was toned down enough to think about such dilemmas of practical magnitude. You see, the 2000 piece sea-turtle puzzle occupied a half-acre of our dinner table. It was sixty percent done and wouldn’t be finished by Christmas. I’m not sure…
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Continue reading →: Hearth of the Matter
My poetry went missing, The selected words Blended in the white noise Of yule mules and Their sleigh bells a bouncing. Commerce over Christmas, The ever present threat Of package over presence. Infuse our giving with life, Let not our hearts inflate On front lawns of light. Guide our…
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Continue reading →: When God Speaks Love. Listen to this.
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: The memory of a cold, windy, raining day resurfaced today. She said in her blog God doesn’t always speak to us in a booming voice. It seems in these times God would only be heard in such a tone. It’s loud down here with…
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Continue reading →: Monday
Wasn’t it Monday just last week? Didn’t I wake with no words to speak? No thoughts of the morrow to say, Just breathing in today. Some prayers were said as I sat, For children and wife and all that. An amen was uttered as I walked away Saying this…
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Continue reading →: Equanimity
Under mind, bump stocked and fire branded. A cool glass of water, clear as a monk’s prayer before sunrise is sipped and spilt. Be anxious for nothing is an easy task… It’s when we’re anxious about something, everything, that our equanimity is bent by a category five, and we kneel…
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Continue reading →: The Porch
The house stood at the dead end of Grand Avenue. “For Sale,” It said. I didn’t want the house necessarily. I wanted the memories of the childhood more than the malformed nuances of adulthood. Ignorance was bliss and that bliss faded into the backdrop of life away from home. My…
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Continue reading →: Low Grade Depression
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: Jesus’ hand pressed on my chest. I woke and made eye contact. Sweat saturated my neck and shoulders. He performed CPR. The breath of life at all angles. ? “Listen, are you listening?” ? I nodded. ? “You aren’t dying. Your heart is strong.…
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Continue reading →: Prayer of Absolution
Touch deep unto deep, And scour my spirit Of all derision. Cleanse me of all Circular thoughts Of piercing despair. Awaken my soul To trust beyond reason. To rest between the lines. Settle me in the crux Of Your mystery, Grace and truth.
Gerald the Writer 