Hope
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Prisoner of Hope
#WDYS An earth, arrested by her own love for all her species. A Love nothing can destroy: not every last sting of hate, not every last sword – it just keeps her alive: Love: It mutates, re-surrects what all else might kill, for True Love kindles Hope kindles her billion billion pieces of dying Prayers Continue reading
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We, look for You
Like sunflowers to the sun: You lookin for me to look for You. Who’d’ve thought Creation forever stalks its Creator: even in our vilest cuss, we Address You: We know that we look for You, to blame, or occasionally bless: like a moon to the sun, we watch/ orb Your orbit a whirl to Your Continue reading
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WORD FALL
Vinepress3 my bloodshadows are thick with a thousand generations of man, but Your Vine saps me to the Word ~like swords strip my thorn Oh Vibe of Heaven in my branch, awoken, rising startled. 🧤 Impression from* Marks Gospel 2 Sapling from wilderness grafted into Christ. “Sap” His Word . His wound , as from the 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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3 phrases I saw yesterday that’s shooken me
Believers in zero Supernaturality spread their faith thick. Some pray to ourself or rivers, trees, sun, moon. Or to good people & hymns handing down faith like Habits worn at the altar, at incense fires and bronze- hand-held manageable cross, in gentle Stained- glass lit Shepherd with some pastel white sheep. Cathedral microphones may or Continue reading
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Yelling out loud, “Peace, please!”
We wait for it, but anticipating sweetness in bitters, is an acquired taste? Yes I can put of, for long enough, my own sense of Peacefulness! Looking for white flags, or better still, making them, is what we don’t do very well? Humans try. And we pray, some. It gives me a peace that surpasses Continue reading
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Super-naturality
Looking at the permanent – Love of God in Christ. Because I can’t look away: Its Him or hell. Nothing in between. Like wheat & tares, goat & sheep, gold & clay. I’m staring at eternity. Not tomorrow, but now, today, here: its all that will remain. Here I pray for blind eyes to see Continue reading
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Pain Management
My friend Jamil recovered from an auto–immune disease then went back into it. We met two years ago at a restaurant: her eyes like twin lighthouses. How dyou do this Jamil? I want to ask, but words turn to noodles in my throat. She has lil narratives of new meds that work briefly before other 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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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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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
