Category: Poetry
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The River of Death
When the time is ripe drop from the branch of life allowing the journey of your death to begin – praying all along that the river into which you fall may be free of jagged rocks and manmade blocks so that your way is smooth – and even if it’s not and there are slaps…
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The Time is Now
The idea that I will swoop in like Captain Marvel to save the world must be smashed. You are my body – my hands and my feet – my eyes and my ears – my voice in the darkness of this fallen world. What don’t you get about that?
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The Funeral of Sorrows*
There is a death that brings much joy – hearts dancing and minds resting – so long as we remember the One Who caused the wake. *With thanks to Paramahansa Yogananda & Psalm 119:10
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The Answer
What does it mean – all of this? What purpose exists – in the midst of all this chaos? Questions that once stalled me stumped me strapped me like a prisoner in chains no longer live. For I have found all the answers I will ever need in You.
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Remember Then
Sometimes darkness descends subtly over long interludes of time. Your eyes adjust naturally to the shadows and your soul slowly finds comfort in desolate corners. You begin to long for its nothingness to shield you from the terrors of this world. Within these subtle times, I pray you will remember this: the darkness is a…
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Who Am I?
No one better. No one worse. No one exactly like me. Therein lies my dilemma – until finally I can see that Your heart knows all of me and loves all that I am and all that I’m meant to be. No more need to worry now that I trust in Your create-tivity.
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That’s How
How can I pray for anything when there are masses starving murdering diseased and oppressed? How can I humbly ask anything for me or even for one that I love who may be hungry hateful sick or stuck? How? In knowing the everywhereness of the One Who is in all that can be seen heard…
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When There’s No One Here To Sit With*
We sat together, the four of us, holding hands. In our midst shone the Light of a single candle, made from the drippings of all the candles that had ever shone before it, offering us the same Light. Without words I was somehow able to convey the gratitude that is healing my soul; thanking You…
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The Uplifting
So clever You are reaching out to me through human hearts along the way – for You knew my uplifting had to be kept from me at first – my own nature deluded so deeply in ignorant shame and despair. How grateful I am that they were there seeking Your eternal peace trusting when they…
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The Math Doesn’t Add Up
This morning, I did the math – how long You have waited, unobtrusively patient and definitively true – while I flailed about, willfully ignorant and terribly proud. The numbers don’t paint me in pretty colors. The calculations don’t make any sense… …never You mind my fumbling over all this… …I never was very good at…