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24 hour cycles to Eternity
Every Midnight tells the Dawn – you’re dead gone. The Dawn says nothing just Rises. Continue reading
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“Hold on ! The best is yet to be!”
Is what I’d love to spread in a Billboard if that’s mine: cuz these lines never fail to speak to me. Would be appropriate to wish you a Happy New 2024 whole she’s still new! A year of Blessedness too💜🌿 (Meanwhile, if someone would respond : why don’t my DPposts show in Dp Reader? ) Continue reading
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The Power of a Bruise
Portrait of a Bruise that, though makes one feel small, connects us to the mystery, of the transformative power of faith. Ot captures the beauty of the vulnerable to new beginning in the Garden with Christ. Continue reading
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First /last week
Ita still the first week of Jan, tender – toeing out of ’23 into 2024 ✨🔔oh Joy & a little tremble😱✨Past Present Futurebwhich am I thinking on the most. Looking over one shoulder, with the rest of me in NewYear gear. Yesterday, Now & Morrow mingle without permit: I’m a Carol of the Tenses: (Read… Continue reading
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Joy
Not everyone can give you this one, regardless of the day. I know at least one person if not a few who have that innerspring of Joy welling up from within, a flood of well being,with it a faith that can move mountains. The truth of Joy isnt a random emotion but security that spills… Continue reading
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2024 reminders: “you are loved!”
Jhali, a reserved jeweler from Mahe, Seychelles, surprisingly sends a dinner spread. This revealed a hidden sisterhood, demonstrating the power of giving and feeling loved. Continue reading
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Its hard to look at You
From Vinepress turn me back to where there is no spoken word among the stars: but they stare down from Your eyes* Breathe into this bruise that binds me in Your Vine. I am that same ball of mud&mist called Earth You once spoke into. Speak into me, again *** …in this Eden-Rock broke- broke… Continue reading
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Kindness…
Love, Acceptance, Friendship, Decency, Sensitivity. In a world slowly turning away into a self centered mob, these remnants make me remember who I am, where I’m from, Who I will return to. Continue reading
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Awkward spotted giraffe
: Mascot. The unlikeliest thing in the world is me starting up a Sports team, though I’m one for pranks. Sports is a discipline, uh … less mindless game. You’re a team, you’re partnering: I’d love a skateboarding team: no petrol, no screaming tyres. Why the Giraffe: not sure . Sometimes we like an opposite… Continue reading
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Influenced by the Light
..by Truth, and even by darkness. Or lies Influenced by kindness, by hate, by mercy and by the profanity of the cheapened soul, so steep they forgot their priceless ness. These things influence me like fire and ice and stones and lesser winds, or storms. They influence me towards or against them – the dark… Continue reading
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Playing four legged- ministers of Joy
with my son Yona whose visual limits don’t stop him from breaking out loud. That with “D sharp” ( my new friend & donkey puppet, named after the musical note Yona and I both LOVE)! Had to face pup.him, cuz he’s not exactly camera friendly. NJ my husband is a Sound Genie and smoothed all… Continue reading
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eating Poinsettia
buying December- herb seasonings in my “Grace-ry” list: Joy- clusters of vine: deep in my soul where I’m trapped ‘neath the debris of a falling earth. I’m buying Time on eleventh hour mercy, listing reasons for glad-sizzles – steaming spiced rices, cardamom in desserts, bay leaf roasted in fires ringing in sweet flags of salvation. Continue reading
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Doubt – less
less of that, yes. Less need, more giving. Continue reading
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A thousand Billion faces I saw this year
and in each, I saw You again and again Oh Lover of my soul, holding on in my deadliest, ugliest- only You could. You my greatest Event, quenching my dark with Light, my death with Life. Whispers, Touches, Voice in my silence, Mend in the tear: in seeing You up close via everyday life, You… Continue reading
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Store-well
He is twenty something and races, speeds, skids, is a wild cheetah. Continue reading
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I used to be an owl
now am a Morning bird. How on earth did that happen? What arrived, what left? 12 was my sunrise, now I switch to 5am? Here the head is clean. Am rushing out to check my Light: the heart curious – a little like how 7 years old was, drinking Dew, touching the mist as if… Continue reading
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My Friend & Hiding Place
To my horror I realized my growing addiction to Thrillers. Exorcist though was ugly- boring. Omen more aethestically thrilling, clever. Sure I was nose-deep – in Love for the Sacred, but just about nose deep. Like a deep sea diver that flip flops with mere sand crab. One noon, my 7 months pregnant self, watching… Continue reading
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i meet You here
Here You always wrote Letters to me, in the Grab of my total attention: these Notes, I understand best when there are no demands, no selfish prayer, no request, just Us; We’ve lived in little and larger cities, villages, mountain, desert, coast, chatty spring, rowdy river to the sea, and bustling town.. & now in… Continue reading
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Chapters of Us
Dawn light shocks my drowsy cup of herbal tea, It fills my dregs, my emptiness, It trails down my throat, my skin, finger tips, my pale blue sock, It falls my floor; Its Dew sips my trees, @ interstellar pace 186,000 miles (300,000 kilometers) per second 5.88 trillion miles (9.46 trillion kilometers) per year, zips… Continue reading
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Invisible Instincts?
our instincts can be blinded by visibility? I am the Aftermath* of zillion family types we never saw; the map of them is in me. We acquire our Environment’s smiles, streets: these we inherit / disinherit, this is what we instinctively fear, or dance with. We hold what makes us feel less vulnerable. In pursuit… Continue reading
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from rivers to seas, deserts and mountains
..my favorite place will always be the heart of God, found in the broken. You shy away the hurting place, but there I’ve found my oasis. There I’ve found refuge. There, breathe Secrets that the Living die for; there we stare down hell and damnation, if we would. Between a rock and a hard place,… Continue reading
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Definitely November
last night after a long day, our son leaned his eyes in my arm. If you’ve seen him, you know he cannot see, so the sensories are numbed in eye sockets. That’s a weird thing to say, but my tears & heart filled in a way it hasn’t: with no sensible words. I sat there,… Continue reading
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The Silent Prayer
nestling where we’d least find it, in the eye of a storm; hated by hell, coveted by those who know Its power; yes This is the best possession I have now, maintained like a cherished Garden. This I’d keep forever and not let go: that secret place where we meet the immortal Continue reading
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‘Indian Picasso’ & the Saint of soup kitchens.
2 famous people? I shared airport aisle with the bare footed MF Hussain at Mumbai, & Mother Therese at a school public meet. He painted her, she Nobel peace prize recipient twice. I was too young to know what to say to either of them, but their images stay: Remnants of fabulous Rebels; Therese carried… Continue reading
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i still love windows
windows between classes, or in them. A universe of school all by themselves. I remember most today- but it all crashes in. As if all of school and college were Prep for the windows Now/ and skies, blunt with that Ageless misfit: the Truth: of an Eternity waiting to be understood. Continue reading
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Vertical Acres
6am dawn light falling in bare toes. I am 7 years old, drinking rays. Great waves of light, as if raying at me. At 7, we watch, run, sit, cartwheel in these miracles. At least once a week I return to that time, those vertical acres of Light, from toes upwards, into the sky. This… Continue reading
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And This!
Nothing impacts me like the historic Cross of Jesus, Whose blood alone redeems Life. Though I pursue power & possession, though even, give all my wealth to the poor, or speak with tongues of angels, if I have not the love of God in me, I am nothing but a clanging cymbal, a falling drop… Continue reading
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This!
as another dawn breaks over my city, am thinking what a strange new earth we live in: so much hatred, shared world wide: how and when did that happen? Who permits discrimination, racism, and why? Continue reading
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Gratitude!
it opens up every locked up domain, between Christ & me. Continue reading
