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Presence
A friend told me they had spent some time with the Lord on their run.I said, “Oh, what’d y’all talk about?”“We didn’t talk.”“Oh, but you said…”“I said we spent time together-just in one another’s presence.”And it hit me: there’s a… Continue reading
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The Restorer
He stepped back from his work, pleased. He took a breath. It was good. He considered his work. It had taken some time. Oh, it wasn’t perfect. He knew when he started it wouldn’t be. But it was good. It… Continue reading
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Until the Sun Shines, Daddy.
Daddy left earth today, December 4, 2022 at 3:12pm. Saturday morning he was moved from home hospice to inpatient hospice. He said he was there to go meet Jesus. Grady and I were able to stay the day and the… Continue reading
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Summer Falls
Summer falls into Autumn warm spices fill our cupsand command our algorithms green erupts into colorwarm shades of the seasonExcitement fills the air and the heartsPollen dropsyellow lingers in the windI feel it upon my faceparticles of dust Goldenrod, Ragweed,… Continue reading
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Where Do The Wildflowers Bloom?
Within me is the heart of a wildflower. Continue reading
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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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