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Garden of wounds
each petal peals the Light in my dying eyes: this is worth it. Here, meet immortality, here there is no reference to materialism & associates., here, I meet You, Yeshua. I met You as a child, and then it was hard. You died in the tombstones we constructed. You waited in the shreds of my… Continue reading
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Saturday’s child
Ashes & Beauty – two sides of a story. Karina’s eyes are wide with disbelief. “Who would die for another ? Oh, for me?!” I am speechless, while she goes on and on as if we were there that Saturday, 2000+ years ago; it is personal, up and close. Hell flows out of her –… Continue reading
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crOwned by Grace
Own The man has purple smudges punched in his jaw, he is wide eyed with guilt. Try telling him he is loved, he’d probably spit in my face. I hold my heart in my teeth, but he sees me: sees my need to tell him of true love, of the One Who went to hell… Continue reading
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That & this Thursday
same stars, sun, skies, palm leaf, the dust of us never changed our cells – we prisoners of hope we passover… the Supper. RN. the blood of stains washed. We eat the heart of true Love then drink kisses that die. We change, re arrange our …songs seeking saviors in penance for grace; we weep… Continue reading
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‘Like’ break
(In a convenience store, bumped into Sri Bhaiyaram – complete with Gandhi turban. I once was near where he is from, Rajasthan, N.West India…desert stretches of white hot suns. We chatted about the Gujarat Earthquake and life here in a southern city. His sons run the store, they were amused. Papa was actually posing, as… Continue reading
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just another Tuesday?
last evening I met a baby man- wide eyed, looking up from a young momma’s arms. (She looks 2 years older than him. I cannot resist the urge to carry him. Who says you must resist a good urge? He is 6 months old. Fatigue outlines the smile his momma gives me. The child has… Continue reading
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in acres of Light
Once we begin to leave suspicions of each other, we lose feet & arms of war: we leave the womb of the foetus of hate; then it is not too late to Pic Prompt : Hiatus Conceive wings, in the blades of breakn’ shoulders: 🌾 we leave the ashes of our dust of our rust;… Continue reading
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Smokn’ children
d’Verse ‘Weed’ 🌿 she is like burnt weed ~ running, reject … (why is there such a thing as a smoking child?) she snarls – thru the weeds in those baby eyes. They were hedged, all their life. Pic : Stephen Hocking Unsplash d’Verse WEED prompt 🌿 Continue reading
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in the stillness…
I find You, finding me: Your undiluted Compassion is no imagined strength. Continue reading
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Breakfast in the dark
we are at a holiday farm few miles out of Bangalore. He is not at his best on trips: shoes are out of place for him, his fav sheet, his mug, and plate…uh uh. Change is necessary for Joh. It helps him adapt to the new. It gets him to make friends with difficulty; you… Continue reading
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Supernatural emotions
be arrested. as a weaned child, rest your head on the beach between this & the eternal. measure how deep we go… back to when we saw our first sun rise, a mother smile, a father breathe his last breath. where does sadness exit, or soul. or my child’s tears when I touch him, or… Continue reading
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Fantastically torn pages
We are each other’s story wrapped in tangles; edgeless momentoes of each other. We are fragments of stars and streams & oaks running ‘neath trees planted by torrents of living Waters… pic : pickled stardust, unsplash we are songs broken every day, as at dawn. We are wars. We are Seekers of Light, in the… Continue reading
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Airpoet Sunset (love that typo:)
My pics don’t half capture what we saw two evenings ago at our Kempegowda sky. With zero city silhouettes, no trees, just this blaze of light we’ve all seen before, but this one ruled! It had been a long day, we were hoping for a spot of coffee & chat. But time runs: you don’t… Continue reading
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“Rest”
The Whisper attends my grave yard like a Helper, A Server…can this all be? He sows my wilderness with a Vineyard Continue reading
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To Dance with the Fabulous Unseen
In response to the Five minute Friday’s “Choose“ Light. Shining. Via our son’s blindness? This is not what we yelled for at altars. This is not what we asked … the Almighty, and when He never answered we sulked hard at the unanswered prayer. This dawn am staring at how I’ve misunderstood the Act of… Continue reading
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Super Power (tears for Peace)
I’ve received hate, evil, disaster, discrimination, cruelty but with Compassion … one is startled into a new order of things. Call it Love, Grace, unmerited favor.… It breaks me out of old mental patterns into New. It ruins Ruins, breathing Life into Carcasses of Joy. Compassion weeps Fire in the ashes of our tears for… Continue reading
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Can a tiny molecule of Care provoke Change ?
She was at least six months pregnant; her other child seen here, looked up at us with vacant eyes. The woman’s pale face brightened; in minutes every container of food we gave them was ripped open as they ate till their wrists were messy. I couldn’t sleep that night. The first time we saw this… Continue reading
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i prayed for a prayer
burn my lips with verbs that do nothing but peace Abba. Continue reading
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Why, Twitch?!
Suicide is a deadly option, but those who’ve been to its edge, say that it just simple plain & total, takes over. This smiling happy face, Twitch has been our family favorite. Anyone who can move like that, in pure honest-to- goodness joy, is a masterpiece. This Story will go on a bit before Media… Continue reading
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Fire dance
WordPress Daily Prompt: have you ever performed on stage or given a speech Yes, I have performed even my Tefillah* on stage & ones in streets & inside my teeth. Ma would weep. For me praying used to be racing sandslopes to where the sun was still in grey waters waiting to give me gold:… Continue reading
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Coincidence of miracles?
every dawn she reaches clay arms to the Light pouring in via chips tears cracks It is disobedient to her death, It strips her nakedness. “You’re a wasteland, a nothing, ” they had said. But the Light disobeys Lies. It reverses rape of the human mind. These are her morning routines. Continue reading
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I responded to a Skeptic not realizing this was going to be more than sweet poetry shares…
Poetry partnerships are responses to each other’s poem. I hadn’t a clue that the articulate, kind eyed Skeptic’s Kaddish was agreeing to many extra miles just to be seen with my Yeshua verses. In his Post David Bogomolny says,” Yes, I responded to Faith Poetry.” “…I mean, really, one of the main reasons I avoid… Continue reading
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What you see, sees you
Streets, people, trees, blossoms, faces, places, time, family, What you see, sees you- quieting thought that I can effect change, mood, laughter, peace…I am the music of my words, the harbinger of joy, yeah I can re arrange the furniture, heal, reveal a Well Spring of things and streams you & I own deep within,… Continue reading
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Isolation Angels.
I can’t thank life enough for Fellow Angel Bloggers who’s incredible posts keep me believing that this is still the world we knew before ‘Rona virals!! Purple Ray’s ‘Isolation Angel’, + verse here simply had to be shared for its sweet sheer brilliant reminder that we are never alone. Thank you! too Dave of Phoblography… Continue reading
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You are your own brand!
This Post is for anyone celebrating their birthday today, (and everyone else) I have this urge to celebrate you, and offer a tiny prayer too from my son who’s incredible gift is prayer. If you’ve been following posts you’ll know he’s not just blind but recovering from a series of disturbing issues, but this isn’t… Continue reading
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Touched
by what held us all these years: I’m touched, by the power within us that is greater than fear, touched by how new leaf and bud appear, relentless of germs & sickness, they pout at my quick disbelief of personal endurance, Touched, where I am rinsed by storms of cleansing…. I believe you and I… Continue reading
