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Continue reading →: untitled post 1846
Seeds in the cracks and the finches make a point, their point is to poke and pick with sudden thrusts. The sun leapt over the eastern rim and the chatter of birds is abbreviating like the shadows along the row of blue spruce. Light lifts its head and warms the…
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Continue reading →: Beauty Just Is, It Doesn’t Ask
Or does it? “I don’t have the strength to engage beauty.” He said it with resignation. I have been sitting with his statement for a while now. Does it really take energy to interact with beauty? For me, at least the past decade or so, my receptors have been maturing…
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Continue reading →: My Mother’s Heart. Every Mother’s Heart.
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: It is a muscle that flexes, always. I break open her chest with the sign of the cross and knead gently between the tightened beats. It is toned but rarely down. When it is pulled and ridden like a Charlie…
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Continue reading →: Friday Called
Everyone thanks God and once a year call Friday good. I called Friday last Tuesday. Tuesday afternoon I believe. I was a little moody and blue, beginning to see. All I got was an answering machine. The message I left was returned three days later. “Just returning…
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Continue reading →: Brow Of Eternity
Raised eye brows white on pale blue without a wink. We, underneath pray silent and under stands of trees welcome shade as well as the light. Hold the swallow wings in the curve of today and sing praise of the endless sky to the Thou of I. “Hallelujah! Praise God…
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Continue reading →: Behold The Mystery
When my mother took us to the lake my eight year old cheek pressed the half down window. Hair flew up like the cresting of a wave, and I looked out, and then down. And gravel lies next to the road. The trees promenade the father out I gazed. A…
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Continue reading →: Jesus Is Full Of It
He is full of grace and truth. There are a couple of verses in the gospel of John that have fascinated me. “And the Word (Jesus) became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of…
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Continue reading →: “Help Me Help You.” Jerry Maguire
That was yesterday. My little rant about the keyboard not cooperating. How bold to ask my readers for fodder for this little ole blog! When Jerry Maguire spoke this famous line it was the voice of God in a way. God wants to help, but God won’t butt in per…
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Continue reading →: Take a Walk With Me Around The Writer’s Block
I am a bit befuddled with this keyboard. It is not behaving. My fingers are resting on a s d f j k l ; but the keys aren’t helping a brother out. I have been working on my mothers memoir so this blog has been getting moldy. Any ideas…
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Continue reading →: Nailed It (Ars Poetica…google it)
Pound the noun. Hit it on its head and drive. Drive its cold steel through flesh and hang a poem.
Gerald the Writer 