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Continue reading →: Light on Light. Grace on Grace.
heat and light draw up a filter mist and beauty begins again grace on grace Photo by Walter Levi Wawra
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Continue reading →: Remembering Dad During Allergy Season.
A foggy head laying low in a foggy heart. A ragged start. A sinus silo filling in with pressure grain. What a pain. Little I think above the mucus descent. My thoughts are bent. A nasal muse a mist to be sprayed. How I prayed. I…
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Continue reading →: Mercy Morning; Fresh Light
Caps of cumulus grab the first light and float like golden vanilla scoops. Blue grey fitted sheets crawl beneath the infusion of pastels. The sun brush strokes a new day. When I close my eyes the leaves, combed with cooler breezes, mimic waves from Lake Michigan. The blue noise…
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Continue reading →: Updraft. Heat Waves.
The airstream adjusted north like a snapping of a belt and warm currents of wind pushed the beads of sweat across my temple. Crows and turkey vultures ride the updrafts as surfers of heat waves up and up. Theirs is an effortless span as they gather warmth under…
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Continue reading →: Fathers: By the grace of God go we.
Often a father’s calling is to stay put and be strong.
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Continue reading →: Thumbs Up. Fists aren’t always for fighting.
This fist isn’t for fighting; it is for holding onto hope. Hope tucked in here tight like a salty Kleenex. Out of these clenched fingers rises an opposable. I give you a thumbs up not because I need a ride but to give our spirits a ride. You are…
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Continue reading →: Strength and Beauty. Truth and Grace
I see stuff like this every day. This was yesterday. I had to walk about fifty yards off the road to get a good shot. Sometimes the photos are captured right on to my facebook page to invite my social media friends to look with me. I will add a…
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Continue reading →: The Beauty Of A Thin Line. Buena Vista.
My wife, in passing, let me know she needed some plucking. Her brows, the extension of beautiful brown eyes. This day there was a sliver of a cloud in the half light of the new vista. It was like an eyebrow above the horizon. Did God pull density…
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Continue reading →: Transposition: The Heat Of Light Has Its Effects.
The cloudscape scraped the sides, and wayward beams invaded the lows. A push down and in. Strands of yellow light weaved where fog and mist were wrested. The quilted air pried from the sculpted knolls was lifted by a yellow oscillation. Together, they were a secret. Separate, they are…
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Continue reading →: Change Up
Did I reach into my pocket and pull out the sun? Did I toss it up there to shine a light on today? Iffin I did, the toss was off. Sure, the pitch requested was a curve on the horizon. Two fingers down. I gave ‘em a change…
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