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Continue reading →: Name Calling
The group of men I was hanging with at the time was encouraged to ask God a question. From there the stories dribbled out over the next days and weeks as God answered the question: What is your nickname for me God? I was afraid to ask. The last nickname…
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Continue reading →: Winter Wedding
Lace draped like a cloth cut from the clouds on upturned roots which lined the roads. Crystals of symmetry, like linen sleeves slip down the arms of sleeping trees. A canopy formed, a wedding veil suspended on the wind. I heard Pachelbel’s canon as I stood in the aisle.
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Continue reading →: Dancing Priest…A few thoughts.
As I closed the back flap of this wonderful read this morning I felt that I was just nudged to a higher quality of living. Last night I was waiting at McDonald’s for my 14 year old daughter to return from a youth event and read to within the last…
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Continue reading →: Saddle Light
It was riding the trail of early morning glow. Hanging ‘round, low and quiet-like with just enough belly light east. A crescent pulling on a sunrise as if it was one of the earthly tides. It’s a nighttime circuit rider preaching to the dark side of our circle. It…
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Continue reading →: Off The Top Of My Heart (Valentine-type misquotes of love.)
“What’s O.J.’s glove got to do with it?” Fin from Law & Order misquoting Tina Turner. “How do I love ye, let me cipher the ways.” Jethro Bodine slips on Elizabeth Barrett Browing. “Now I know I have a fart, ‘cause it’s breaking…wind.” The Tin Man messes up…
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Continue reading →: She Knits
I sit with her while she knits. She casts on and off those things to bring a piece together. Needles of grace and mercy pearl of great price. May her curled hands wield through the emptiness to draw comfort together. May her unraveled heart find a covering once…
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Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: This time of year reminds me of when Barbara and I were dating. It is also the season of our anniversary. I remember when we would walk downtown and would always end up at this quaint little café. Its ambiance was aesthetically warm and…
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Continue reading →: Valentine Memories
This time of year reminds me of when Barbara and I were dating. It is also the season of our anniversary. I remember when we would walk downtown and would always end up at this quaint little café. Its ambiance was aesthetically warm and intimate. Honestly, though, aesthetic beauty wasn’t…
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Continue reading →: Borrowed Light
There is a lunatic out there throwing down borrowed light onto the lowlands. What right has he to dispel glory in silver strands upon snows cape? Has he the upper hand? I can no longer stand under evanescent eclipses of understanding. Walk with me sunrise, until it…
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