Christ
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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
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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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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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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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i prayed for a prayer
burn my lips with verbs that do nothing but peace Abba. 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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That moment you’re aware you’re being watched
…that He is aware of you. He knows you by name. There is nothing that can shake away that moment. The Creator creates it, designer made for you. You look up to see Him gazing down at you. There’s no need of the sun, there’s nothing under the earth. Everything you knew pales in the Continue reading
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SEAHORSE, my friend
He was real, I was young enough to love him for what he was, a real sea creature in the early waves, Bay of Bengal. Through the years, he has followed me, city after city, lane after lane, along with a certain “Harrison” Aussy Life Saver/priest who took me to the Shoulder of a wave. Continue reading
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Dew Fall
…on our blinds, our mind – shuttered. on our veils, our vales of shadows – sparkle our dust with the Life of Your Light, Fall, Dew, fall. Continue reading
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Heal
when we do, we will be changed, These days there are no words enough. We will heal when we heal; we will die and birth either hate or more love: the kind that is conceived in days like these when our children kill our children. What state is that? Words fail. We sit in the Continue reading
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‘The Cokeville Miracle’
True life stories have a way of leaving you staring as movie credits scroll down your Living room: after you get a glass of cool water, you re- live some of the scenes you just watched, then get back in current reality, a little re- arranged. This Movie had that effect on me/ us. I Continue reading
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“No, blood does not matter anymore”
We have had tea together a thousand times in these cane chairs facing her curry leaf tree and windows hung with old silk curtains. Sia is a good woman with friends and folks who love her; why wouldn’t they, she is not just strikingly entertaining, she is one of the loveliest persons I have ever Continue reading
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It is so early I can hear my heart
Pre-dawns do that. It wakes you up to beauty and quiet, rest and hope. Have a day of peace and joy, yea we are that privileged. Continue reading
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Reflections
Thoughts on a new May day! No pun intended😅 have a blessed day. Did this for our online fellowship – church, and personally startled all over again by the massive arm of God’s Love that leaves none out. Continue reading
