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faith over fear
walk fearless on smokn’ serpents, lean breaking hearts on Unseen Wings, reach for Beauty in ashes, dream with unshuttable eyes – declare war on war – love deep; afraid often? yea but holding on. My March Bouquet These I learned esp few Decembers ago when a girl child was rescued : she was the fourth… Continue reading
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“Joy in the morning!”
when it arrived it ran like a river fulla blossoms, a tsunami of psalms. A tomb unwrapt. Am staring at Christ: how does He do it, every single time, every single time Continue reading
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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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The Pressure of Light
haibun Jia’s lemon tea is red with leaf brew. It is like her : all pressured to be a safe mom. Her 2 year old isn’t speaking yet, she worries. (We meet for the first time through a mutual friend. The child has a face like a waiting dawn: fascinated I play with her in… 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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Confidence?
How would you rate your confidence level? Am pretty strong when am weak:) 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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Bookie!
Thank you D’verse for provoking Prompt : Place & Space Last week a local Book Store took me back to the first library I ever met. Dad insisted it wasn’t haunted, the local Doc said it was! I was five and deeply interested in everything, esp the smoking lady ghost they said visited the Bungalow’s… Continue reading
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touched by the untouchable
Of rain beaten stone, I… 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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We hurt my eyes
we, ripe with hunger we bare stories of need in our skins ~ yesterday I saw a woman stooped over another in wheel chair & their million velvet wrinkles; yesterday I saw a girl pouting for the camera of her young man in worn out sandals in a dusk burnt with fire. We hurt my… 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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Vine Whisperer
I am naked, stripped of the bark of Fear ~ then the Sacred Whisper draws me into a Cluster of ripe Bloodtears-Crushed for Fragrance. Vineyard of Healing. Oil.RN ‘Rise, Beloved’ Oil series for “Asha-journey of Hope”. RN “Healed by a Wound”. Oil, RN “Rest.” pastel. RN 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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held by What Holds on
dew drop in our balcony: every morning it is there, and often I drink it in. Every sip is pure oxygen and some. Words dodge me, like prayers already prayed, like Answers answered. The human heart must learn to rest, to kiss Peace no matter the odds. Ach my sweet, drink heaven: graze the stars.… Continue reading
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2023, Year of the InnerSpring!
No ‘water rabbits‘ for me: no horror-scope stars can tell me what I already am: uh, that’s all of us really: created for Purpose. Sure, life’s not always a nice garden fulla rose, but there’s a thing within the heart of every man woman and child: …an Unshakeable Kingdom esp when we’re afraid. It is… Continue reading
