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Continue reading →: Seasonings
When summer yawns, a day break wedges my thoughts between the sun’s direct light and its slanting toward winter’s solstice. As time wraps and warps around my puny gut feelings, a prayer wends its way through the waning season toward the bending Light, an amen rolls on toward equinox.
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Continue reading →: Ellipses Eclipse
Three dots aligned and gave us pause. A midday Selah strung our wonder along a celestial seam. Intelligent design bill-boarded, nearly blinded us, our naked eyes clothed. Once again the heavens declared the Glory of God. Psalm 19
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Continue reading →: My Mole Went Missing
Actually the dermatologist took it. He defaced my face, plucked the mole hill, and put a mountain of gauze and tape over the three little stitches. I googled Mt. Rushmore, and there it was, the size of a boulder, that if tied around my ankles would sink me to…
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Continue reading →: Sunday Psalm
Sometimes music is the crowbar which pries open my spirit. Melodies warming the flowing marrow in me. Major and minor tones plucking at tendons under the surface of leathered skin. Each morning, creation sings praise to all the light by which I see. There is joy in the…
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Continue reading →: Cruciformed
The shape of passion, not of getting, but giving. A crossroad of wills, intersecting between I and Thou. Centering the crux of the matter… Relationship, where my flat-line crosses His up-line. Good News.
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Continue reading →: Lifted
The clouds aren’t usually this quiet. They’re trying to sneak by unnoticed. No definition. Looking a little pale, they scrape the tree-line like a hangover. The cool night chained them to the low places and now they slip away into the light of day. With their dissipation I am thinned,…
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Continue reading →: The Most Interesting Man in the World
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. Brush his teeth. Eat some eggs.…
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Continue reading →: For The Birds
It is for the birds I climb the fully extended ladder hoping my son can break my fall should I lose my balance. The wing-ed ones which God said are under His care. The sparrows which worry not, but flit around, plucking and chattering, waking me before the set alarm.…
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Continue reading →: Reiteration of Fathertude
Saturday June 3rd 2000 Last weekend I realized I hadn’t been to see Dad’s marker since the graveside service. So I called my three brothers and asked them to meet me there at sunrise on Memorial Day to remember Dad. I got there early to have some time to reflect…
Gerald the Writer 