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Autumn Evening
Blue birds and brown house finches play the sun dips behind the treesA soft breeze catches wind chime sails the strikers play a delightful tune:A symphonic orchestra in perfect harmony. Leaves clap in adoration. I smile Breathe in the airIt’s… Continue reading
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A Day on Walnut Ridge
True wealth isn’t found in the inanimate, but in the living. Continue reading
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Stolen Prayers
Have you ever felt you didn’t know what to say to God? You are not alone. Continue reading
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Kaleidoscope
The sky is a kaleidoscope Turned within the hand of the masterMulti-faceted pieces fall into placeEndless variationsEver changing view Each take shapeBeautiful, seen, noticedReflection, Refraction Light dancesColors seat themselves across the canvasAnother turnColors sway and settle once moreLight laughsThe keeper… Continue reading
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Labyrinth
Birds aren’t meant to live in cagesNeither are peopleBut there she was: Trapped, uglyLosing all her feathersMoltingPlucking the feathers one by oneFreeing space for new ones to appearIt was painfulIt was hardPerhaps she could be beautiful againI knelt beside her“It’s… Continue reading
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The Healing Power of SONlight
She appeared wounded at first. Perhaps she was merely tired, vulnerable. She landed silently upon the fence railing and then glided to the ground just below the feeder. She wobbled a bit as she walked and her wing seemed bent.… Continue reading
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Notes on Proverbs 15
You are a gentle answerA WhisperA HopeThe Lamb of GodLaying down your lifeNo one takes it from youYou are a thunderous replyA RoarA hopeThe Lion of JudahShouting out your victoryDeath can’t keep you boundYou are a tree of LifeThe hope… Continue reading
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Eggshells
poetry #prose Have you ever felt you were carrying so much you couldn’t seem to hold on to all of it? Maybe you’ve felt just as fragile as an armful of eggs. Perhaps you’ve even felt so desperate to hold… Continue reading
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The Sun’s In It’s Place
On my way home yesterday evening I drove toward the rising moon in the east. It was beautiful over the water. I love this portion of my drive. Crossing the bridge seems to be a doorway of peace whether coming… Continue reading
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Beautiful Wall
I thought you were beautifulI formed you with my own handsfiercely, you surrounded me-offering protection, cover, a place to hide.But others failed to see your beautyand bristled at your presence.The more they protested the stronger you becameFor I could see… Continue reading
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