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Continue reading →: Exchanging Letters #4
Dear Father God, You know my hesitation of addressing You as father. I know You are neither male nor female, yet I believe You hold the full representation of both genders. Jesus called You father, and I suppose that should be sufficient enough for me to do the same. You…
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Continue reading →: Blow A Kiss
God planted a big sloppy kiss across the etherized evening. A sensual sunset dripped over the repetitions of the day. I pray for the morning light to bear equal affections as color comes back to the face of day.
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Continue reading →: Haiku
Just help me settle in the unsettled places. I’ll never settle.
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Continue reading →: Gratitude and Grace and TruthIn the end I will hand my last breath over to God. I will assume all previous breaths were my own. I will claim all beats of heart were an act of my will. When my toes touched the floor each morning I take for granted that God let me…
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Continue reading →: Writer’s Block and the Resistance.How I would like to have something to share at writers group tonight. Here it is 6:58am and I’m sifting through stale, moldy files. Nothing. There are no rants on my political dissonance. I open the poetry stove and feel the broiled heat sear my eyes, but no half-baked couplets.…
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Continue reading →: Day to Day Utters Speach
Into the stillness I spoke, pushing words through the deck rails and out into the field to comb the tall grass. Psalms twined with poems were cast like seed for the wrens and swallows. I wonder what God thought when His words were sent like a dove to the…
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Continue reading →: Ellipsis
I try to juggle the three punks. Their gang tight and up for a fight. I don’t like their insinuations… their resolve to refuse resolutions. I would rather trip over a comma, and, and, and,… “And what?” they sing in three part harmony. “And what is your point, point, point?”…
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Continue reading →: Exchanging Letters 3
God, I know the difference between talking about you and engaging with you. I also know which activity is easier. A similar concept is reading about writing and actually getting butt in chair and fingers dancing on the keys. I’ve been thinking about third person. Do you observe the world…
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Continue reading →: Revive. Reset. A poem. A prayer.
Lord, close my eyes that I may see. Cover my ears that I may hear. Seal my lips that I may speak.
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Continue reading →: God Joined Me for a Drink. A Sunday Psalm.
The trickle of unconsciousness filled the tin cup I dragged along the bars. I couldn’t handle the glass half empty of hope and a future. I drank and drank to quench the mystery of the largess of God. Instead, God salted the water and assaulted my soul with an eternal…
Gerald the Writer 