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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
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“45 minutes to live”
Looking back over the past week, I am overwhelmed by the good! 2 different Emergency Rooms, 2 racing ambulances – a laser-eyed Cardiologist that made me feel my precious husband was his brother, ‘3 death defying blocks’ in a man who is not any kind of candidate for a heart attack. “His heart, all…in great… 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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Prayer of a Rebel
Why d’You persecute me with Your Beauty my God, my God. I’d gotten used to the stench; the animal cries of beastly things, of foul crime and oh the dung of vice, but You birthed o’er and o’er, in my manger heart, never abort Your Pursuit of me Why D’You love me, Jesus? – Earth… Continue reading
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Aroma of Light
fragrance of a new day; stars leave, am staring at Light, how it is never held except.. to grow trees…life. I go back out where I see the aroma of Light. Oil. ESSENCE. RN Continue reading
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Sweet-Saint-homeless
An Indignity. Anything said here may sound cliche; but I have to get this off my heart-bones. She was grey, HIV+ and homeless. I got details, I asked ! it was 7 pm in the sidewalk off Just Bakes. She began to smile, and the thing (smile) threatened towards a friendship. I backed a few… Continue reading
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“WAITING ROOM” SPOKEN WORD- RAYLA NOEL on YouTube
This was written / performed for Fundraiser – Kids with Cancer, Bangalore Baptist Hospital; inspired by our precious son recovering from more challenges than he deserves, but “God Who Sees..” has a sacred agenda in all these details. Grateful for family, friends, neighbors, physicians, prayerers: you are treasure, in the Ministry of Comfort. Continue reading
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“CATFIGHT FOR PEACE”
Inspired by Lil and larger fighters for Peace: https://youtube.com/clip/Ugkx9tfGUiYZFxQGtrdcETXbHT7qg8oF7daH Continue reading
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Be Loved
I never recover from His Love. His dynamic Life bleeding into humanity. The Cross never stopped healing: we might stop receiving, but He never stops. This Triune One, beyond belief, pursuing us with a bloodied whisper, ‘Be loved. Be Loved.’ Continue reading
