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Continue reading →: Shhhh.
I have less to say. These words, like rocks, roll in a brain tumbler caressed with polish. A few lacquered syllables. In the beginning was a word.
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Continue reading →: Birds of Pray. May our prayers take wing and perch in the heavens.
On top of the pines they speak in tongues and redress a cycling of days. They walk upon the sky and intersect with wings aflame by the sun. It is an aviary of prayer of limitless tone. I am not alone. The field is an amphitheater catching and throwing…
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Continue reading →: Oh Hymnal, Where Art Thou? Isaac Watts, I love your hair, but your words lay me out.
The Heavens Declare Thy Glory, Lord The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord; In every star Thy wisdom shines; But when our eyes behold Thy Word, We read Thy name in fairer lines. The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days, Thy power confess; But the blest…
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Continue reading →: Triple Play. I think I missed an eclipse. Three poems on what happened when I wasn’t looking.
“A total lunar eclipse occurs when the Earth passes between the sun and the moon, throwing the moon into shadow.” Space.com * Landing a Lunar Pitch The moon and its seams settled in my split fingers. I will throw it into a shadow. I have to toss it…
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Continue reading →: Back Seat Love: Come on, it’s not what you think.
I know, is the back seat really a place for love? In one respect, I think not… But hold on a minute, I’m talking about love. I dreamt I was a taxi driver, in and out of traffic and jams. My light was on, waiting for a whistle or…
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Continue reading →: Neo Narcissist
I bowed down to my reflection. It was fractured in the disturbed waters. I had lost sight of the One who said “Peace, be still.” There were ripples in my consciousness. Then his hands spread out the waters like clear linen. “You are beautiful,” He said, “see?” I saw myself…
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Continue reading →: To Infinity and Beyond! I know, I keep using that phrase…Thank you Buzz Lightyear
Eternity is not infinity. It is not a long time. It does not begin at the end of time. It does not run parallel to time. In its entirety it always was. In its entirety it will always be. It is entirely present always. Wendall Berry p. 47 Leavings, Poems…
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Continue reading →: You Know You Have Encountered Writers When:
They sprinkle synonyms on warm buttered toast. They brush off antonyms from their picnic sandwiches. Their bumper sticker says “To split infinity and beyond!” Their doormat’s inscription is Wel,. They are emphatic about sentences being punctual. They don’t kiss on the ellipsis. They know the difference between an ampersand &…
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Continue reading →: Mother Mary. A Mother’s Day Reflection
She pondered these things in her heart. Mothers do that quite often. She kept all these things. My mother did too. An angel told Mary. The power of the Highest will. An overshadowing of foreshadows. “For with God nothing will be impossible.” All mothers are infused with possibilities.…
Gerald the Writer 