Category: Poetry
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With Gratitude for Psalm 119
All that God has promised to me – and still I cannot keep myself from lying to myself about Who He Is… Is the devil that powerful; or am I that weak? Only God knows the answer – the Truth that lives beyond the intelligence of my mind and this earth. “May I know You,…
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When the Birds Start Singing
Just before the birds start singing, the blanket of sleep no longer suffices – rising in the darkest darkness of silence, the way is provided to warm water rinsing away the night, bold coffee welcoming in the day, the opening of a heart ready to praise – and just then, the birds start singing.
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To Live Where God Is*
To know God’s peace in my heart and to find rest there* – oh, it is such a fleeting space as the waves of this life toss me back and forth amongst sharks. And even in that movement, I have been told, God is there, holding me safe and offering peace. Why then would I…
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Selfless Love
Selfless Love – what is that? Will I ever really know? Can I, as a self-centered self-interested self-sufficient self-pitying self-reliant self-degrading self ever really experience Selfless Love? The answer is quite clear – or so I’ve been told – once I die to my self.
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The Need To Know
Confident in He who created the birds, I am comforted by their morning chatter. Granted, I have no understanding of which they tweet – no matter – long ago I abandoned the need to know what the birds are trying to say – I am simply overjoyed by their presence each day – always there…
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The Great Truth
Upon awakening birds sing and life is renewed. Breath fills my lungs and stirs the flow of my blood. That which is invisible – not even close to residing in my conscious mind – has kept me alive through the night and will propel my soul in the hours ahead. How is it then that…
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The Victim’s True Plight
When the pain has become comfort – like a soft, fluffly blanket on a cold winter’s night – then the abuser is just a tool in the victim’s plight – that miserable plight to remain in the dungeon of comfortable pain, safely tucked away from truth’s light.
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No Better; No Worse
For what can a man take credit? Even the muscles he strengthens through exercise were first provided by his Creator. Even the intelligence he hones through study was first formed in a brain built by God. Even the love he shares lives deep inside all souls originating in Spirit. For what can a man take…
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Discontent in One Hand, Desperate in the Other
What’s worse than discontent? Change – uncomfortable as it is, moves the chains; betrayal – as hurtful as it is, allows truth; death – as final as it is, brings peace. But discontent just sits – heavy, immovable, and alone – on a heart that really should be grateful – and points out all the…