Innerdialects
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Speechless words #Advent2025
#9 The Silent Prayer Advent2025 . “My Father, I have no words today gratitude, yes, and some more things But can find no proper words to say it forYou to get what I’m saying….”🍃🌷🍃He tells me of my Ma’s threads under a button; securinghook, hem, darned collar unseen, sewed ripped jean, blanket, unseen thread fixed… Continue reading
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#Advent2025✨Heart of the Shepherd
#8, Oh Lord God, may every man, woman and child receive Your Peace, Love & Joy- in Faith that we are so very loved by You🌷 Timi was upset. He didn’t want to be in shepherd’s worn out clothes for Advent Sunday Theme: Song for a Shepherd. Everyone’s choice was Timi. He didnt just sing… Continue reading
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Embracing Creativity: Painting Prayer in December
#7 Dear God,Teach me Your CreativityHow You make leaves glowin billion shades of brown green yellow red white. Dear God, as a midnight clear fills with star mist, teach me how to associate creativity, prayer and social existence in this great bigPlanet too too wide to fit rightinto. I need You. Like neverbefore. December is… Continue reading
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Unlocking the Gates of FAITH, HOPE & LOVE in the Vineyard of Prayer
🍃 Reflections @ Mt.Olive, garden Gatshemonem, Kidron ravine Vinepress, here Yeshua (born Bethlehem), prayed few words that still involves all Humanity: prayer of the Prince of Peace inviting me to seek Him with all my Heart. Soul, Mind, no shopping lists attchd., #6 “…..Lord Often I treat you like santaclaus. My bad. Could I just… Continue reading
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Technicolor Prayer
#5 Gentle Provider,with all my heart I wish could send warmthto everyone cold, & I will do it, to the best of myability; and pl.may everyonewho can, do so. I met an older persononce, not poor, just lost in will. He had no mind to warm himself. IfI have a wish, may it be that… Continue reading
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Chrysalis of Prayer
#4 it hurt like a burden not anything I knew.The more I pulled back, the more it grewas with feather Light, It lifted me to horizons of brand new SightThey are such misunderstood things, this gift ofWings Continue reading
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The Halting Prayer
🍃 6 pm brrr. Our city looks like an Impressionist Painting of smog. Jita peers back through the tiniest opening of her door. We used to be good friends, now she lets none of us in. The last time we tried, the eyes were like glass. Her nephew’s family visits on occasion. Jita lost her… Continue reading
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Give me the mind of Christ
#2 s l a y. a. g o l i a t h. Another misty 6 am. Am woken up with the words, “Wake up child.” It was a dream? But the heart sings as feet touch floor. It is that morning pre- blue. “Wake up child?” The whole place is smiling. Even the river… Continue reading
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December Prayer
🌷 31 days of Transformation, in the Secret Place -Day 1- Here I am stepping into a new 31. Lord, am unsure of the details: it is like walking on water. But You smile a welcome, Your Arms stretch wide as the banks of a River, a River of Light Father my feet are unsure,… Continue reading
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Our blind mimicker & what the turkeys showed us
: For FMF Writers: Turkey The closest we’ve been to turkeys was at a town -side Eatery, 100 kms from here, few years ago. Our son was at his mimicking best; who knew the place had a Turkey population? Yona heard them and called back with all his lungs. Before we knew it, there were… Continue reading
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A Heartfelt Thanksgiving.
Reflections by the River If you call otters wild, then yes, we’ve seen a sweet couple of them recently… (WPress prompt: wild animals). Coorg will always be one of our fav places in the world: the memories here are rich with change, with life. Top of Mercara Hill is the church we got married at.… Continue reading
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Happy Feat !
embracing the Spirit of Christmas with ‘Penguins‘ “..penguins of the cold Antarctic, find that one of their lives’ flaws is that they don’t get the magic of a life with Santa Claus, for they …have been placed far poles apart…” (Quote: Andrew of FMF Writers) “Dearest Lord God of the Penguin & us humans, I… Continue reading
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Deadly Secrets of shhhalloween!
“ …how about doing what really scares you…” Vihan Damaris. “What saddens me is that we aren’t scared of death,… we’re scared of God…“ Part II of yesterday’s Post, nudged by our family friend the talented Chef Shaz Sol, U.K. “..waiting to hear the unfinished smoke you just started, ….to be cont’d….?” 🍃 Nj, Vi… Continue reading
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For the sheer Joy of being with You
Chilly morning here, low cloud. Dew in my wild flower garden. Monsoon Mantha in our peninsula, is melting down. Mixed emotions after another birthday celebration at home. So we’re a year wiser, closer to Eternity. Kimia, a lane mate from ten years ago called to say Hi, they’re not well and could we pray for… Continue reading
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“I’m not afraid of You..”
“If I give you a boat, I’ll give you an ocean.” He said to me. FMF Writers : ‘Capacity’. I ask NJ what he’d do if someone gave him a boat. He said he’d go fishing! But Im thinking how awkward it’d be, right here with a boat. We’re in the middle of this silly… Continue reading
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The Best Is Yet To Be*
Not for the fainted hearted; for Jaci, Wanj, and all of us, for Real I cannot speak or think. Its a nightmare. Or is it? I wake and here the tide shoves my mattress, am blanketed with sub-zero Hope. “Take the key.” His whisper is a shout. I weep, He wipes my tears from the… Continue reading
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Prayers & Parattas: Exploring the Significance of Everyday Moments
At the counter is a yellow kettle, almost like the red one Dad got you from Kolkotta. You used to live by the Bay of Bengal when life was a school kid. Ay. You can be suddenly taken back in Time, to see what’s hard to fully explain In the tastefully set-up Eatery, Royal Parattas… Continue reading
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Gandhi, Gujarat & me
Our window overlooks national army land. 100 meters from my window. If the light is good, I can see some of their uncut face skin, their arms and shoes. Sweet dearest Lord God, am not swearing, but they go to Kargil/ wherever, while I sit here trying not to be a crab, for a mean… Continue reading
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Spark
The room is dark except for dusk lights seeping in. Paru smiles like she means it. I don’t know whether to sit or stand, this is awkward. She’d lost her entire family in a series of events I don’t want to say. What can you say. After everyone’s gone home to their families, there will… Continue reading
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Its Happening!
You wait, you morph. The prayer you prayed changes you. Your feet break with the running. You grow wings, you fall upwards, in blue skies. You burned out? But the fire around, hedges you in from hell. (“I will be a hedge of fire around you,” He says) It thaws you You curl up, crushed,… Continue reading
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“What happens when you pray?”
When we finish all our words, we become a lesser piece of us, and more of another… I let go of my own words, my prayer lists; now I’m more a child- zero hesitation. This can be silent. Silenced expectation, a separate place. Something new. Awkward. Changed. You’re not just a body, you’re all soul.… Continue reading
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Embracing Faith in September: 🌷the Landscape of Prayer
Pray September! It is another September. She’s notorious, again! In an earth – tinier than a peppercorn in space, we are citizens of 2 Kingdoms, both tangible, invisible almost. We belong to heaven or hell. The air is heady with News. Hurt news. Humanity is not one whole ensemble anymore. Some kneel at gods of… Continue reading
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The Gardener’s Touch: Finding Redemption
Vinepress Prompt : ‘Choices’ At Shiloh’s Gate, shadows slink down its latch. Inside, a small breeze stirs the under belly of vine leaf. The Gardener looks at my scars. I look at the shut gate visible thru flower berries. He smiles, glad at the choice made. Nearby brook runs like a Psalm. I enter His… Continue reading
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Handpicked for a Time such as This
Some call it prayer. I’m reeling at the noise of our earth- 🍃 me, like Hannah, in the steps of Tabernacle Shiloh; praying, her syllables drunk in need. The Gardener’s eyes are ripe with light. Here, my heart keels. The noise has gotten inside. Hate has made us hate. Indifference makes us indifferent. How understand… Continue reading
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i can’t believe this
finally here at Vineyard Shiloh. The gate opens, an ancient affair in mouldy white wood. A family of ants stops in a brief stare then plods towards sloping acres of fine rain. The path runs muddied, via naked street lights hung low. Like lamps to my feet, this is real. This is where Energy hits,… Continue reading
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Date with my daughters
The legacy you leave, is from what you’ve received….everything your own mothers gave you (gran & all). Everything – by the sheer grace of God. We sit across a warm table packing with raw ripe humor, trust, faith, candidness! We’re each a denomination of His Love, a major helping of His Mercy & Patience. I’m… Continue reading
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Its “Happening” !
What are you feeling right now? You’ve waited. Waited long enough. Waited as the bud grew into a tree that snapped. You burned, burnt out..you thought; & waited for that Promise from Heaven to come true, but It seemed to run Itself out of sight. Now the eyes inside you, once shut tight, they peek… Continue reading
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The Silent Stories of Rain: A Coffee Shop Reflection
The rain fell in the steps outside Crown Coffee. It fell in the trees and on the girl lying in the steps of Crown with her baby. Then the rain fell on truck loads of somethings, and it fell in the slush and gutter and in nice shoes getting off a grey cab, and going… Continue reading
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Opposed, and ye✝
My land is a billion+ full of opposed cultures, we are old and young, sweet sour bitter. This morning we are 79 years into a Democracy that’s well- set to a sizzle. We are a collection of differences. Me, I collect verses from Calenders, in awe of how a verse speaks right off the wall… Continue reading
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We see not with eyes, but with our mind
Annama sees through my face. There’s a hoard unlocking out of her. I see Us in her, I see our accumulated communal… local/global grief, I see forbidden joy in her sparkling eyes, and then the tears fall. She cannot forgive herself, nor the family that’ve abused her over the years. So she walked away from… Continue reading
