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Don’t die…
it’s too late. HE already took that. Too late to just survive, nah this time round, we dance our eyes to His Light. In His breath, we breathe. Yeah with His feet, we dance again. *** P.S. Any Ads.seen here are not supported by this Site. You see them because this is not paid Premium Continue reading
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“I think ‘Mercy’ is this..”
I’ve never done a repost this way: as someone suggested, here’s my take on “Mercy:…is this? “ …he knew where it was. Day after day he watched her sit outside; he reached in that small ledge over the gutter- stood on the chair, then on his little toes … for that jar. The woman had Continue reading
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I think Mercy is this..
This chair? Or the child that chair was waiting for? Or the Window…. Continue reading
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Shut the ‘yabber- yabber of the Locust’!
When I was a child I was skinny, and I was a child. Shy. I stammered. Had to wear glasses very young. It kept falling off my snub nose. Got teased for that and my skinny legs. All that and I couldnot speak as well as the grown ups around me. I was ‘Pin throat’, Continue reading
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10,000 Reasons • When Gratitude Kickstarts Joy
https://chronic-joy.org/10000-reasons-when-gratitude-kickstarts-joy/ by Chronic Joy® | Illness, Parenting | 2 comments y 👈Audio GOD LACKS NO CREATIVITY EVEN IN THE LABOR ROOMS OF CHANGE Two years ago our gentle teenager began to steadily turn into a stranger we could hardly recognize. A new medication put an end to his seizures a year later, but the trial had just begun. We broke Continue reading
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7 Hour GLOBAL WORSHIP EVENT (20 COUNTRIES) | Fast/ PRAY FOR YOUR COUNTRY! || HAVEN FELLOWSHIP” on YouTube
Has there ever been a time like this one? Has there ever been a silence like now: each of us one voice asking the same questions/ the same quest for peace/ the same need? We are as a race quietened; we have never before been startled as we are today. I’ve not experienced a certain Continue reading
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Between good and evil ….
Between all our rights and crime, we carve an existence. Someone made rules but deep within even a baby knows what is theft, what is hurt, what is cheating. You cant just say you and I can do what we wish, somewhere it hurts someone else. Our choices are dominoes. And like it or not Continue reading
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The armour of God
Nan always remarked how movies took their banners from the Bible: Armor of God, Armageddon, Judgement day, Apocalypse, …? Any other? As we put together sunday fellowship vids, it crossed my mind how much easier it is to share core values and faith than ever before, But too, how much more hard we are in Continue reading
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Spin Story
My creative tribute to Dad, his Raleigh, & all the wonderful ‘challenged’ people in the world. You are my heart! May you find peace and love and joy in the truest sense of the word: and laughter! Thankyou Treadbikley!❤ (must add I’m still terrified of crossing streets. Doesnt help that I live in the world’s Continue reading
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What the Cross means to me
And I’d thought this Cross was a symbol of suffering: but It is more. It’s a coat hanger for my soul…. but more, more! Now and then, I’m shredded by life. Now and then dragged into chasms alone… so I thought. So we think, we humans. We are suicidal, sick, disabled, dependent on human resource; Continue reading
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Yesterday I went got caught in the rain…
paddled in puddles, laughed out loud in my mask, frightened a few men in shop shelter; their eyes crinkling in mirth. The rain fell slow thick drizzle, it tripped a butterfly that sashayed across my face into a nearby lamp post. A wet dog shrugged, its ears flapping to its tail. After a long long Continue reading
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The Deadliest Contagion
My Article published in DOVE TALES: LITERARY JOURNAL OF THE ARTS The Deadliest Contagion: writing for peace, rayla noel: That first time I watched ‘Gandhi’, one scene followed me out of the theater door: the one with native police and advancing marchers. Row after row, they went down battered and bloodied, and not one of Continue reading
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I respect you..
…your time here, your life; it maybe far different from mine, yet here for a breath we meet, brothers / sisters in a time like ne’er before… I respect that your presence, your heart is the physical manifestation of God; we are so alike, we are different but alike in ways too many to not Continue reading
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Emotional Civilization
I’ve been intrigued by Olivia Laing’s article ‘How to be alone’, which yelled for attention in my Google search for global pulse few months ago. *** We have been a planet of People Groups: Consumers/Givers/Sitters/ Standers/ Travellers/ Chatterers… We talked of things we knew; now it feels like we are Letters we never knew we Continue reading
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Those school girl days …
So I get serial visits from childhood. My mates in ‘tails & school blue. Ashok in red bicycle and forehead lock, his bright eyes lit up with mischief that time he asks Sis M. why they wear veils and wouldn’t she please lift that veil for us once please? Sis M. blushes pink red purple Continue reading
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The incredible power of pain
I’m staring at an impossible formula here: the child was alone his entire life from the time his parents left him to when he was found later by more tormentors. Then there’s the story of a young girl in further trauma one wouldn’t wish to detail. All of this towers over the mess in my Continue reading
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Text- Prayers
Today I prayed with Marija- Serb/Russian- she in an empty church (Prague), me here in my Indian Lockdown. We could not talk: Marija had a cough and is much better though still cannot speak. We text- prayed, in a beautiful silence. *** She is a gorgeous girl with a heart of gold; a classical pianist. Continue reading
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Smile
Let it out. It’s a beautiful gift to give each other. Friday five minute writers. Continue reading
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Vision
From my daughter Vihan’s insta post : “Eyes with no vision or vision with no eyes? Who can see better?” Continue reading
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Till
Till the sun goes down, another day. May it bless to bless. Ceaseless in Grace; the race is not to the swiftest, the test is endurance. The best of us are those who love. The best even celebrate suffering. Often alone. And most with God. For He lets the sun rise again… Continue reading
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What happens when people pray
The day my mother walked out of her skin, she breathed once twice then her hand in mine grew cold, that day Eternity walked close in my narrow space. Was it co-incidence that rays streamed from a room ventilator to where she lay, her last breath so unlike death? I wanted to grieve, but light Continue reading
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It is time
To hold on to the good in us. To remember mercies and love. And faithfulness. It’s that time to practice peace. And pray like we believe prayer works. It does. Everytime we healed, someone prayed. Everytime our heart of stone melted, it was someone praying. Someone changing the stone of us into a pleasant pasture. Continue reading
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New every morning
Refresh my soul, let the doors of you, open to Peace. Let everything within breathe Grace. May our mind lean on Him whose mercies never fail, they are new every morning. Great is His faithfulness. Greater than all my bounteous lack. His power in my weakness, oh the fact of that. Not I but Christ Continue reading
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Earth Buds.
To all new moms and babes unborn To the new dads and pulse of pitter-patter running thru’ your heart already. To spaces in you owned by scans in your lives, in these uncertain days, ah the joy of that beat-beat-beat in the wombs of life, *** In the swelling toes of our Dance, in the Continue reading
