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Continue reading →: Sunday Psalm
The river remains as long as the flowing flows. Oh Lord, make my heart a stream from the tributary of You.
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Continue reading →: When We Take Our Leave
If a leaf fell in the forest would you hear the sound of it? Would it’s still small voice turn your ear to its descending color? Before the fall, they hung in piles upon the air, green and greener veins sipping life out of the twig tips. They clapped…
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Continue reading →: Sunday Psalm
Oh Lord, how great your arms Surround the pieces Lying round. Oh Lord, come gather me To Your mercy Where praise breaks free. Oh Lord, clear my vision That sight be in line And Your light Efface these things I call my own. Oh carry me home.…
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Continue reading →: God in the Dock, Again.
“Just who do you think you are?” I demanded. “Who do you think I am?” “You are the God in the dock, often under investigation, especially when things go awry.” “For example?” “When plates under the ocean slide, causing a wave to morph into a wall of destruction on innocent…
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Continue reading →: Point of Sail
I had trimmed them. The trolling motor ran silent as I entered the channel. Milky Way’s to my right and Star magazines to the left. I wonder how a seventy million dollar divorce is worked out. I mean, really–seventy? The peanut butter cups my ears and my mind lets go…
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Continue reading →: Fall to Peaces
Come down, down, down. Play follow the leader until liter after liter burnishes the field and soaks my soul. Rain, acquiesce to gravity. Give in to the thirst of earthen wear. Don’t ever stop in mid-air. Play upon our gutters and splay the timpani white noise through the…
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Continue reading →: Drenching
Sullen clouds, shuffling, scraping their underbellies on the tree line, spilling rain. They dredge the tang of summer’s possessive heat. Twin moans of thunder and I am wet with peace.
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Continue reading →: Give Me Poetry or Give Me Death
Give me poetry or give me death, where slanted literature bends the literal. Where canticles supplant cadence. Let loose of the linear for a few lines. Let us cool our feet in a psalm. Let us clear our head with a couplet. Let us step back from the world…
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Continue reading →: Heart Beats
Before I go. Before I go into the flats. Into the flats, lined and linear. Lined and linear, beats bouncing. Beats bouncing with each step. With each step heart pulsing. Heart pulsing I sing. I sing new songs. New songs I sing. Psalm 28:7 Psalm 96:1
Gerald the Writer 