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Give me the mind of Christ
#2 s l a y. a. g o l i a t h. Another misty 6 am. Am woken up with the words, “Wake up child.” It was a dream? But the heart sings as feet touch floor. It is that morning pre- blue. “Wake up child?” The whole place is smiling. Even the river Continue reading
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A Heartfelt Thanksgiving.
Reflections by the River If you call otters wild, then yes, we’ve seen a sweet couple of them recently… (WPress prompt: wild animals). Coorg will always be one of our fav places in the world: the memories here are rich with change, with life. Top of Mercara Hill is the church we got married at. Continue reading
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Deadly Secrets of shhhalloween!
“ …how about doing what really scares you…” Vihan Damaris. “What saddens me is that we aren’t scared of death,… we’re scared of God…“ Part II of yesterday’s Post, nudged by our family friend the talented Chef Shaz Sol, U.K. “..waiting to hear the unfinished smoke you just started, ….to be cont’d….?” 🍃 Nj, Vi Continue reading
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For the sheer Joy of being with You
Chilly morning here, low cloud. Dew in my wild flower garden. Monsoon Mantha in our peninsula, is melting down. Mixed emotions after another birthday celebration at home. So we’re a year wiser, closer to Eternity. Kimia, a lane mate from ten years ago called to say Hi, they’re not well and could we pray for 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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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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This too!
Travel Journo, & for sure, getting financial aid for people in distress! The third? – gettn help to rescue every unwanted girl child/ set up homes for them with older unwanted folk – I’m saying to me, “Copy that.” 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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The Dialect of Your Breath
Yes, a page off my diary as I listened to today’s word,”Do not be afraid“; this arrived without notice as poems do? Do take a peek if you can bear the blurry! 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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Beauty for Ashes
Quenched by thirst for True Love. Did this 👇painting last year, after seeing Souza’s Christ( see below 2nd painting for also, his grand son’s Street graffiti of Goan woman praying?) Art is a language all it’s own. When I’m silenced from society and ask myself what I’m at, is when Painting kicks in. It’s like Continue reading
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Table for …ten?
For FMF Writers. ‘Table”. Our table seems to expand with every new person. I don’t know how they did it back then, we now are more conservative a Society. (Conservative as in : conserving on personal space/ sharing). We buffet, we carry bag/ take home. We have little side-table, collapsible ones too, with flaps down Continue reading
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Slaying Giants
“THE MORE YOU REACH OUT TO OTHER PEOPLE WITH NEEDS, THE SMALLER YOUR FEARS BECOME.” Dr. David Jeremiah in his ‘The Christian Walk Journal’. It’s a daily devotional; got it as a gift this year. (Not much else I treasure like a good Diary). From my Journal this morning; and it went in my spirit Continue reading
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“What ‘Abide With Me’ means to India,” writes Gopalkrishna Gandhi – columns – Hindustan Times
Hindustantimes.com/columns/what-abide-with-me-means-to-india/ Thankyou Sam T. for this Link I had to repost. It’s a worthy 5minutes’ good long look via Indian Republic celebrations to ‘one of the world’s most moving songs…….’ Article written by Gopalkrishna Gandhi read on… “…All in fact is still, all quiet in expectation of a musical experience that goes beyond music to Continue reading
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Angel unawares
She found us on a railway platform, Bangalore East; was fascinated by our daughter’s phone and finger ring. Then she wouldn’t leave us; half hour later I was curious to see her family, was she alone? Were there more pretty eyes like hers, gold amber, dark with long lashes…. You could get trapped between tears Continue reading
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Healing Rain let It fall, whisper Its Secrets: ‘..it’s too late..’
The lyrics of a song done with my lefty guitar (will upload when theres courage to do that:). Words run off me and I can’t think except watch how healing walks in. No evidence, it crawls in a millimeter at a time. Then two steps back. Yes I’m a dreamer but positivity alone has never Continue reading
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Have you seen someone inhale music thru’ their ears…
My Jeff (Noel – no one else would put up with my messy paint tubes and books in corners and centre stage of my life), when he listens to music it’s like he’s breathing it in via ear phones. I’ve not seen someone savour music the way he does; it’s his profession (Sound) yet him Continue reading
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Cold bench at Hyde Park.
My Ma and Gran went at Christmas like heaven would have a heart attack if they didnt. I’m not the high octane happy worker bees they were, not me, but this Photograph got my attention just when energy levels were belly crawling. There I said it. Continue reading
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‘Talk to me..’
I said,’If You are here…’ Continue reading
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What the dark whispers
It tells of the Light, like none other dare. Hell is the greatest evidence of Heaven, Death the truth of Life: Continue reading
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Heart lift
That moment of discovery of who we are: an incredible chromosome of heaven. Aye, that. I wish you and me precisely that. Forever. This is for me, another visit from the Manger. I love its chill draft and need, its gifts of touch, of gaze, of friendship…. Continue reading
