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“Unstoppable Joy”?!
Room 106, opd, in white curtains, before my procedure; Dr. Raj is kind & firm, “I’ll have to treat you unique…” This one time I shiver at the word unique: it means I have “painkiller allergy’ and will go through the next half hr without local anesthesia. There are two nurses, three? How bad can Continue reading
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The 7Letter Password
Akhiya stares past me into an inner room full of her paintings. Some of her canvas is slashed, others she has painted over and over. She will not show me any more, she says. Her face is a closed door but I cannot leave. She pushes away my John 3:16, her eyes empty with indifference. Continue reading
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Would you pray fr your country/ family/ kids/ govts?
Leave 🌍 It is that kind of Time. The Arrival of Departures. From Norms. From Peace. From Treaties & Truce. We do think on prayer. We’ve seen miracles. No one who saw their child graduate into wellness is even thinking that that was Coincidence. This week we went for jugular: praying Healing of Us. Do Continue reading
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Jawbones & Jesus:
Milestones: you find Them where you least expect them: telling you you’ve done another yard! After my new eyes and tumble-on-sidewalk-in-the-rain-that- didnt-breakbone-but-now- I- can’t-take- painkiller-cuz-am-allergic- to-them?, after that I grew new ears in the edges of jaw. What that means is, you might be less formal. You might think – uh, life’s short, let’s be Continue reading
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Stonehenge to Eden
You want more evidence of Superior Intelligence? I just had it and am reeling, at how quick my Stonehenge (mental state!) turns to a personal Eden; all with a Deadly Prayer : a prayer that answers the Prayerer. So this happened, few weeks ago: 🌀 The woman glared from across the table; in a minute Continue reading
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GO, GLOW!
Actually! Did this on a few minutes’ impulse: Our second daughter, Kitsy & I, and 2 water creatures, ‘Tangerine‘ & ‘Fanta‘ our house fish🐬🐋 As we grow older we might lose that child-like trust in the Goodness of God given us, fr free. I’d be as nothing as hell without Him. So, go glow, shine Continue reading
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Guts & Guitar: Vihan, Psalmist of our day!
Vihan’s upcoming Single ‘Jesus‘; co-written with 2 time Grammy winner Seth Mosley, co-produced by Grammy winner X O’ Connor is set to release on June 18th 2023. Not regular Temple/ Choir but Soul, slapping in tabla, hint of pipe in Synth layers; she is gut-raw silk 3:20 mins of unhinged Hope, slated as Pop/R&B/Romance. https://vihandamaris.bandzoogle.com Continue reading
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To see like never before
“… your retina is fine. That macula spot is a healed scar.” His words sink in as they drape my face. I’m sipping at relief. For years I have looked thru’ blurs, floaters, haloes, recently, even cats*! Now it seems like not such a bad eye, as we prepare for Phaco IOL surgery. The kind Continue reading
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Universe in my eye
“Your retina is fine! The spot in your macula area is a healed scar..” His words sink in as they drape my face for surgery. I’m sipping at relief, fearless. There was fear last night: had a prescription Restyl. Now my left visual field is like under blue water looking up via luminescence at two Continue reading
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Pursued by Christ
“..forgive,” He whispers o’er & o’er. “Be kind. Put away the bitter. Build not break. Live, not die. Heal not destroy.” No one cares that way. Not kings &priestly sages, not nice folk not even the simple, the poor, the broken, nor the righteous, esp those. His Words pierce my rocky soil, broken in all Continue reading
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knowledge of wisdom
Met a man yesterday: expertise spilled from him in shards of restless fear; he was captive of a sword dipped in the corpse of human compassion. theaibibleofficial Met Another: He was Crossed with wounds – horrific with healing, whole in His knowledge of fragility, an Exile returned: a Bruise dipped like a Sceptre in the Continue reading
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Spring
Fount of Life: thirsting for humanity to quench Its tears, here where Newness flows, eternally Have you not heard of Rev 21: 3-6 theaibibleofficial FMF WRITERS prompt : have Continue reading
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the imagination of God…
…brought me here: in the breath of my core, You oh Lord. What do I even know of the expanse of the sky alone; am gazing hangjaw at the magnitude of us each/ the sum total of humanity/ at the darkness that boasts its sole domain. It cringes, scorns, wrings itself at the Light, demanding Continue reading
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breathe
11am, at a Govt Office I’m gazing at us humans – we are eye, ear, nose, tongue, mind, cuisine,accent,fingerprint,fiber, cell, stem,bark,stalk,trade,mile, naught,flag,border, arms,color,dna: one condition ‘Breathe’. Continue reading
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i am a book of torn pages
It is still dawn last night, the fire will not dim. often I’m looking for discouragement to be my paying guest, but the Light shines thru. The older I get the more the knowledge of how close to death we each are, more now than yesterday. Politically & more, days seem to smudge grey. Interpersonally, Continue reading
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FireMills
Faith. The substance of things that soften our grip on control. Yeap! We are Faithees….the whole lot of us Thinkers, Sayers, Soothers, Chewers of Thought: we have received our own FireMill…. It warms our feet as we walk upside down on a planet tilted at her belly, doing solstices & equinox we say we see, Continue reading
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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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You’re like the Silence of the sun
..the Wind I cannot see; ..Fire who can touch? Dont give me rituals & rules, no ‘religion’ to follow, just You, Yeshua You…like the Silence of the Sun. 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
