Category: Poetry
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The Mercy of Abundance
How can I thank You enough for the abundance You have provided? What I didn’t even know I needed has risen up within me; those I didn’t even know knew me have simply appeared. Well before moments of emptiness swallowed me whole, Your mercy has provided a protective bubble of perfect parking spots kind cashiers…
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Time to Rest
It’s getting dark and my eyes are weary of searching the shadows for a speck of light. I know deep down in my heart that the speck of light is there somewhere, just out of sight. But my eyelids weigh heavy now in the dryness of this desert, sandpaper-y and in need of care. They…
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Just Be You
Not enough. Not quite right. Unworthy. Damaged. Abused. Set these things aside for something new – the real you! Just be you. You are – just as you are right now – exactly what the next person who crosses your path may need. How dare you miss out on that!?!
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Freedom
What are my demands of this day that lies before me? Must it be sunny and breezy; peaceful and easy? Must I meet only friends and be bothered not by strangers? Must the work before me be challenging enough to boost my ego, but not so difficult to make me cry? Must I be praised…
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The Daisies
Running away or towards something – I was never sure. I just knew I was running and lost and lonely and afraid. It had to stop – this running that blurred all the scenery and robbed me of my breath – but how? Every time I slowed down, I was more alone and more afraid…
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An Invitation
What if I told you there would be no yelling? What if I promised there would be no judgment? You would not be cancelled, and neither would I. Then, would you be willing to sit with me for a while, to listen with an open mind, and to share with a vulnerable heart? How else,…
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Today’s Truth
What I once thought and spoke of with passion nearly shocks me this day. How dare I point at another and proclaim: “You are wrong.”
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A Morning Nap
This morning while reading my devotions, I took a nap with God. The author of the words cared not, I’m sure, having been dead four hundred years. Perhaps she even rested with us – a trinity of souls consciously unaware of their united stillness, yet restored within by the sweet nourishment of silent grace.
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In Knowing God
To know thyself … How many run screaming or silently away from this awareness – never realizing its necessity in knowing God?
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Blessedly Devoted
I am devoted, blessed, blessedly devoted – for my eyes have been opened and all knowledge erased – superstitions repetitions suppositions now lay in the shadow of Grace. And I shall go forth to tell others – knowing only this: He will provide the time the words the place.