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Continue reading →: A Toast
When I bite I don’t think about where the melted butter ends and the gluten begins. Neither do I nostalgically wander the fifteen steps from my adolescent after-school kitchen to the sunporch to watch Gilligan’s Island. Now, I weigh the effort of slicing a banana and placing disks,…
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Continue reading →: Longing For an Ambush
In the corner looking out beyond the sharp edge of light there is a darkness waiting to dilate my senses and sensibilities. For it was out of the utter black a word of brightness spoke. Help me not be afraid of the basement steps. The creaking undertones splaying…
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Continue reading →: Twelve Minutes on Color
It is the contrast in color which illuminates autumn. Looking at one tree’s vibrant blushing brightens my imagination and appreciation of God’s artwork in the midst of the work of transformation. When I pan back and take in a bigger frame of color against color a greater wonder fills me.…
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Continue reading →: Twelve Minutes on Hope
Hey, I found that “Hope” chapter, because I found my beat up copy of Mere Christianity while cleaning my disaster of an office. “If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”…
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Continue reading →: Looking for Hope? Twelve minute writing.
Twelve minute run of the brain. I can’t find my copy of Mere Christianity. I wanted to read the chapter on hope. I have no hope of finding it in the next few minutes. Often my hope is off somewhere sulking. Sometimes it is playing hide and seek. There are…
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Continue reading →: Love Let (For Maria and Rob)
Now I lay me down, to remember long ago, when the words failed, when you came into the light of this world, quiet, at peace, with barely a coo. We held you, and a new reality weighted our arms. A new real creased and increased our hearts. In all…
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Continue reading →: Once (For Mary)
Once, when a child, We cried. Once, when crying, We laughed. Once, when laughing, We hurt. Once, when hurting, We leaned. Once, when leaning, We loved. Once, when loving, We hugged. Once, when hugging, We lived. Once when living, We learned. Once, when learning, We wondered. Once, when wondering, We…
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Continue reading →: Importance of Levels
Is it the sun itself, Or the distance of it? Is it oxygen itself, Or the density of it? Is it the water itself, Or the distribution of it?
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Continue reading →: Two for the Road
There are times I wander into the road. Like when I fetch the mail at night and the pitch is so black I don’t know if my eyes will ever adjust, or if I want them to. Sometimes it’s better not to know, not to see in the dark,…
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Continue reading →: Pop Quiz
Let’s flip our pencils and pray for erasure of our projections and scribbled premonitions. Let’s put our pencils down and face to face each other. Let our ears understand twice. Let our mouths grace once over. Let’s stop passing notes folded like footballs. Let’s hand in hand be…
Gerald the Writer 