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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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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
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Faith & Freedom
Not the safest topic in some convos, where “Faith & Freedom” don’t run together. Meanwhile our girl Vihan Damaris‘s New Original FREEDOM There are at least two stories in this insanely stunning Video: 1. Account of The Christ’s Love for humans, & 2. Kitsy seeing a reflection of Jesu, in the coffee table, off Vihan’s Continue reading
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What’d you let go – for Peace with God?
2. Let go of words that destroy my purpose(things I’ve/ others’ ve said that try break down my very existence) 3. Let go the version of me that is controlled by xyz, (if they even try) 4. Remember that every thing in the Now, the Present, Future, Past, is temporary. Eternity awaits, right here 5. Continue reading
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When India prays, she’s in the floor weeping recognition of Absolute Grace
She’s a War Angel, of a Heaven one must-have; shhlisten. Yahweh breathes; if Music can give me new eyes and lips, if it can flood death with Dawn, this is it. Here Yahweh Himself touches me; if a Song can string every tear into a harp, strumming silences with peace, speechless Peace…this is it… FOR Continue reading
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Habits & Armageddon
Don’t you just wish a day secured with daisies not nuke neighbors promising and delivering Armageddon-type Flings at each other and therefore us all; everyone saying, “Oh the beginning of 3rd World Whirrr,” casually almost, via steel teeth biting off more than can be chewed… you just want a cortisol/ panic hormone free day please, Continue reading
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Its a whole new emotion to be understood by strangers, and another Book Critic
Still reeling from the recent plane crash images surfacing online: yes grieve for people you’ve not met, but their details are now in your head. Then last night 12 am I get this👇🏼had to share. Review on my ‘Verse Novel’ as he calls it. Thank you Mayank Mittal @the_bookish_mind: he writes (Polished Arrow) “…a powerful Continue reading
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Spirituality & curses
“Every brawl I had was beating back at a world I thought had done me wrong. Yeah. Every bruise on my face, every drop of blood I bled was proof of my war against God’s injustice. Now I know my suffering was a gift from God. Now I know that sounds like bull but its Continue reading
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till its not too late
After the panic and scramble, a nation sits down to grieve a Flight that fell from the skies this week. No survivors except one man who made it out, he doesn’t know how but he did. His eyes keep looking to the sky. Superman one Newsline calls him. And what do we say to the Continue reading
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The Shape of aPrayer
7 am, liquid gold dawn after a night of some rain; I’m praying shut eyed. The shape of such prayers are wordless- is Wordless a shape? Its an Emotion, and today it is palpable. I’m praying like someone leans on a strong wall. Or like running into Refuge in a storm What can I say, Continue reading
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Mayhem in June?
Honour Yesterday, the news was not good; we had a city stampede…! Our mega cricket event this week ended with 11 deaths, from celebrity induced mobs; a collapsed drain…injuries. 2025 has been a rogue year this far, with Messrs.Corona rearing ugly head, plane crashes, fires, floods, wars, rumors. Out in a walk, we saw a Continue reading
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Prayer Bar
devotions @daybreak I sip at Your Cup, You changed bitter to sweet down my throat, over dregs, over blind mute lukewarm insipid overspill from human habit; You’re here, in this shadow of need. The Miracle of This! You here, serving armfuls of a Feast, I sit at Your table, spread before my thoughts. We are Continue reading
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Hey June: What’s your Super power
Humanity’s best kept secret: Our individual Superpowers : that Blessedness that walks us thru a 3am nightmare, a scary trip, a disaster meet: that sudden Strength within that pushes one past despair…? So you shrugged off a tear and walked on; you were shutting down outside, but within – you grinned. You spiritually grinned at Continue reading
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The Voice
10 am., today in a tiny chapel, a newly installed bell rang out. We stepped in thru’ fresh cement front step; this place was being renovated. Padre TS was nervous, it was his first wedding in church English: he dropped his notes, his fingers shook. We all exchanged careful grins. Light filtered in through monsoon Continue reading
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Generations of Verse!
Alice Aunty is feisty and bright eyed at 94+ in purple+pink saree. (She tailored that blouse, and says my Ma taught her..) Chennai is sizzling as we visit her airy first floor Living room, with son Selvan S. (Theologian)- cousin bro has her doe eyes, grand daughter Blessy too. My Dad had them, and his Continue reading
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Per- severe *
FMF Writers :* if we’re not socio-paths, we are shy, or bored, or somethings else. I cannot read your mind, often my own avoids me. Like she hides in shelves and waits till others leave, before clearing her throat or humming to get my attention. The toughest errand for my head is perseverance but am Continue reading
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I treasure Lessons* Earned
These* are my personal belongings. You’ll find them stitched away in the jaws of my silence. Or in the hedges of moments, pickling Quiet. These are my Treasury, my sole belongings. This is Where I meet Christ everyday, every turn. 🌷 Bookleaf Publishers, My Amazon Link 🌷 Continue reading
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Collections
I am the product of pages of trees; of yards, fenced indefinitely. Ages stack themselves in my DNA, they rhyme with their reasons, like seasons, they change, exchange space, re-defining me. Every day is a century -full, ripe with prayers someone prayed: I collect prayers, we all do. Like it or not prayers cluster our Continue reading
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Extra miles!
Our son Yona is a young dude today, a head turner. Charmer. Go out with him you get the best seats, view, the warmest cheer, not because he’s blind, but because he knows exactly how to communicate wirh folks, either in words, or in quiet grace. He is honest but tender. Weak eyes can hear Continue reading
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Visited by Dante?
I’ve just had my Book POLISHED ARROW Reviewed by AVINISH PATHAK : an honest critique, well advised, in the absence of familiarity ( & talked of with the Mr Dante); Dante, a Literary nferno. Me, a ‘pickle of meteors & dust’ (Polished Arrow) . Dante does say👇🏼 Yeh. We are pickled in war & peace! Continue reading
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Nervous!
“Don’t.” She says. It isn’t just a warning, it is a rifle pointed right in my nose. We were 12 and 13, and now decades later Kila is still saying that to me; she knows what kicks me raw in the gut where I keep intuition but now am flinging it out the window – Continue reading
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Holy Week lasts forever
Without You, I am a flicker in the wind, precious, fleeting earthling, in space, held by Grace Held by Grace, held by Grace In shelves of galaxies, of the Mind… In the dawn of awakening, let me out of my tombs, my stone cold, out into the open where all creation knows, knows, knows You Continue reading
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For I am persuaded …!
Trish* just recovering from surgery is back home now, her lovely face underlined with strength : the joy of clear reports slightly overshadowed by surgery. “It was too much for me to think of myself, so I just focused on my Lord. Listened to music, worshipped. I did not ask for healing, but for patience Continue reading
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run like you feel it
Why I still love the Olympics, is that tho’ they’ve fine tuned every muscle they can, the final act is unscripted, absolute, real, unedited, emotion, life, death, the dying, birthed again, all in one combustion, yes? I’ve never watched Shooters, Archers, but this time I couldn’t take my eyes off Manu Bakker, ah the focus Continue reading
