Category: Poetry
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What the Gray Reminds Me
The weariness that settles in during the long, dark days of winter reminds me of the Power that lifted me from the depths of nothingness at the bottom of my soul. Even when I covered my eyes from Its light, It persisted in lifting me to places where I could finally see – the hope…
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Search Within*
What about this cause or person or idea drives me to abandon kindness for its sake? Better yet – what about me drives me to abandon kindness for any sake? It’s always essential to ask the right question. *With thanks to Rule VI from Beyond Order, by Jordan B. Peterson https://www.jordanbpeterson.com/beyond-order/
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My Red Flag*
Sometimes I can hear it vaguely flapping in the breeze behind me. At other times, its presence goes completely unnoticed and unfelt until it stops me dead in my tracks with the red flashing lights of a railroad crossing: “A Train Is Coming!” That’s when I know my trust has shifted – or strayed away…
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I Would Bet My Life On It
So many people today speak with such certainty that their information their belief their opinion is absolute truth. So much so that there are no longer discussions of opposing views with open-minded listening and possibilities – there are only judgments and accusations aimed at any voice that may not agree completely. When I noticed this…
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The Noise
When all around is only noise – electric guitars squealing out rhetoric daily and violins played with bows held incorrectly – all I can manage is a frantic search for the ear plugs that allow, finally, a quiet place to sit with You. Only then will I hear the Truth.
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We Have Been Here Before*
The preservation of Your Word has comforted my heart in this moment, as my eyes transmit an unfiltered reminder – so desperately needed – to my heart: We have been here before! Yet, how can that awareness bring comfort? Here has not been going well for anyone. Here has been fraught with judgment and lies…
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Belief to Trust
I believe You, God. I have always believed You – about what my purpose here is. It has lived in me as far back as I can remember breathing. The enemy has denied it in every way possible – twisting it into a chaotic mess of dysfunctional starts and hardened halts – procrastination my default.…
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The Eye of My Storm*
When Dorothy was stranded in Oz, she did not pray to be removed from her dream or to be relieved of the fantasy – she just kept saying: “I want to go home.” The happy ending of her tale was that when she awoke she was in her own bed she was in her own…
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Because You Love
Many have walked on by without seeing me yet Your eyes have pierced my heart. Others have ignored the voice of my pleas yet Your ears heard every cry from my tongue. Several have betrayed my love yet Your arms have embraced my loneliness. Begging for love from the world my existence left empty and…
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Being
Where is it – that place where there is no noise no production no perfecting no purposing that place where my soul is at peace – where is it? I have been there before. I know it exists somewhere beneath the mountains of me I have created. Must I dig back through that dirt to…