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“I’m not afraid of You..”
“If I give you a boat, I’ll give you an ocean.” He said to me. FMF Writers : ‘Capacity’. I ask NJ what he’d do if someone gave him a boat. He said he’d go fishing! But Im thinking how awkward it’d be, right here with a boat. We’re in the middle of this silly… Continue reading
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Prayers & Parattas: Exploring the Significance of Everyday Moments
At the counter is a yellow kettle, almost like the red one Dad got you from Kolkotta. You used to live by the Bay of Bengal when life was a school kid. Ay. You can be suddenly taken back in Time, to see what’s hard to fully explain In the tastefully set-up Eatery, Royal Parattas… Continue reading
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Spark
The room is dark except for dusk lights seeping in. Paru smiles like she means it. I don’t know whether to sit or stand, this is awkward. She’d lost her entire family in a series of events I don’t want to say. What can you say. After everyone’s gone home to their families, there will… Continue reading
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Its Happening!
You wait, you morph. The prayer you prayed changes you. Your feet break with the running. You grow wings, you fall upwards, in blue skies. You burned out? But the fire around, hedges you in from hell. (“I will be a hedge of fire around you,” He says) It thaws you You curl up, crushed,… Continue reading
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“What happens when you pray?”
When we finish all our words, we become a lesser piece of us, and more of another… I let go of my own words, my prayer lists; now I’m more a child- zero hesitation. This can be silent. Silenced expectation, a separate place. Something new. Awkward. Changed. You’re not just a body, you’re all soul.… Continue reading
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Embracing Faith in September: 🌷the Landscape of Prayer
Pray September! It is another September. She’s notorious, again! In an earth – tinier than a peppercorn in space, we are citizens of 2 Kingdoms, both tangible, invisible almost. We belong to heaven or hell. The air is heady with News. Hurt news. Humanity is not one whole ensemble anymore. Some kneel at gods of… Continue reading
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The Gardener’s Touch: Finding Redemption
Vinepress Prompt : ‘Choices’ At Shiloh’s Gate, shadows slink down its latch. Inside, a small breeze stirs the under belly of vine leaf. The Gardener looks at my scars. I look at the shut gate visible thru flower berries. He smiles, glad at the choice made. Nearby brook runs like a Psalm. I enter His… Continue reading
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Handpicked for a Time such as This
Some call it prayer. I’m reeling at the noise of our earth- 🍃 me, like Hannah, in the steps of Tabernacle Shiloh; praying, her syllables drunk in need. The Gardener’s eyes are ripe with light. Here, my heart keels. The noise has gotten inside. Hate has made us hate. Indifference makes us indifferent. How understand… Continue reading
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Its “Happening” !
What are you feeling right now? You’ve waited. Waited long enough. Waited as the bud grew into a tree that snapped. You burned, burnt out..you thought; & waited for that Promise from Heaven to come true, but It seemed to run Itself out of sight. Now the eyes inside you, once shut tight, they peek… Continue reading
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The Silent Stories of Rain: A Coffee Shop Reflection
The rain fell in the steps outside Crown Coffee. It fell in the trees and on the girl lying in the steps of Crown with her baby. Then the rain fell on truck loads of somethings, and it fell in the slush and gutter and in nice shoes getting off a grey cab, and going… Continue reading
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Opposed, and ye✝
My land is a billion+ full of opposed cultures, we are old and young, sweet sour bitter. This morning we are 79 years into a Democracy that’s well- set to a sizzle. We are a collection of differences. Me, I collect verses from Calenders, in awe of how a verse speaks right off the wall… Continue reading
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Faith & Freedom
Not the safest topic in some convos, where “Faith & Freedom” don’t run together. Meanwhile our girl Vihan Damaris‘s New Original FREEDOM There are at least two stories in this insanely stunning Video: 1. Account of The Christ’s Love for humans, & 2. Kitsy seeing a reflection of Jesu, in the coffee table, off Vihan’s… Continue reading
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What’d you let go – for Peace with God?
2. Let go of words that destroy my purpose(things I’ve/ others’ ve said that try break down my very existence) 3. Let go the version of me that is controlled by xyz, (if they even try) 4. Remember that every thing in the Now, the Present, Future, Past, is temporary. Eternity awaits, right here 5.… Continue reading
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When India prays, she’s in the floor weeping recognition of Absolute Grace
She’s a War Angel, of a Heaven one must-have; shhlisten. Yahweh breathes; if Music can give me new eyes and lips, if it can flood death with Dawn, this is it. Here Yahweh Himself touches me; if a Song can string every tear into a harp, strumming silences with peace, speechless Peace…this is it… FOR… Continue reading
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Habits & Armageddon
Don’t you just wish a day secured with daisies not nuke neighbors promising and delivering Armageddon-type Flings at each other and therefore us all; everyone saying, “Oh the beginning of 3rd World Whirrr,” casually almost, via steel teeth biting off more than can be chewed… you just want a cortisol/ panic hormone free day please,… Continue reading
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till its not too late
After the panic and scramble, a nation sits down to grieve a Flight that fell from the skies this week. No survivors except one man who made it out, he doesn’t know how but he did. His eyes keep looking to the sky. Superman one Newsline calls him. And what do we say to the… Continue reading
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The Shape of aPrayer
7 am, liquid gold dawn after a night of some rain; I’m praying shut eyed. The shape of such prayers are wordless- is Wordless a shape? Its an Emotion, and today it is palpable. I’m praying like someone leans on a strong wall. Or like running into Refuge in a storm What can I say,… Continue reading
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Mayhem in June?
Honour Yesterday, the news was not good; we had a city stampede…! Our mega cricket event this week ended with 11 deaths, from celebrity induced mobs; a collapsed drain…injuries. 2025 has been a rogue year this far, with Messrs.Corona rearing ugly head, plane crashes, fires, floods, wars, rumors. Out in a walk, we saw a… Continue reading
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Prayer Bar
devotions @daybreak I sip at Your Cup, You changed bitter to sweet down my throat, over dregs, over blind mute lukewarm insipid overspill from human habit; You’re here, in this shadow of need. The Miracle of This! You here, serving armfuls of a Feast, I sit at Your table, spread before my thoughts. We are… Continue reading
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Hey June: What’s your Super power
Humanity’s best kept secret: Our individual Superpowers : that Blessedness that walks us thru a 3am nightmare, a scary trip, a disaster meet: that sudden Strength within that pushes one past despair…? So you shrugged off a tear and walked on; you were shutting down outside, but within – you grinned. You spiritually grinned at… Continue reading
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Generations of Verse!
Alice Aunty is feisty and bright eyed at 94+ in purple+pink saree. (She tailored that blouse, and says my Ma taught her..) Chennai is sizzling as we visit her airy first floor Living room, with son Selvan S. (Theologian)- cousin bro has her doe eyes, grand daughter Blessy too. My Dad had them, and his… Continue reading
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Collections
I am the product of pages of trees; of yards, fenced indefinitely. Ages stack themselves in my DNA, they rhyme with their reasons, like seasons, they change, exchange space, re-defining me. Every day is a century -full, ripe with prayers someone prayed: I collect prayers, we all do. Like it or not prayers cluster our… Continue reading
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“Sticks& stones’ll break my bones but words’ll never harm me?!”
“Hiraeth” – (welsh origin) the definition in pic below: did I even know this exists? I have a secret place within, I’ve discovered more recently: called it my Vineyard of Healing. Sorely needed it these past few weeks. 2+ didn’t get my poetry. Few ‘get’ poetry. Its fine, but why the nasty, on repeat, to… Continue reading
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Holy Week lasts forever
Without You, I am a flicker in the wind, precious, fleeting earthling, in space, held by Grace Held by Grace, held by Grace In shelves of galaxies, of the Mind… In the dawn of awakening, let me out of my tombs, my stone cold, out into the open where all creation knows, knows, knows You… Continue reading
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For I am persuaded …!
Trish* just recovering from surgery is back home now, her lovely face underlined with strength : the joy of clear reports slightly overshadowed by surgery. “It was too much for me to think of myself, so I just focused on my Lord. Listened to music, worshipped. I did not ask for healing, but for patience… Continue reading
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run like you feel it
Why I still love the Olympics, is that tho’ they’ve fine tuned every muscle they can, the final act is unscripted, absolute, real, unedited, emotion, life, death, the dying, birthed again, all in one combustion, yes? I’ve never watched Shooters, Archers, but this time I couldn’t take my eyes off Manu Bakker, ah the focus… Continue reading
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‘Polished Arrow’ my Book is Live!
Young Ema, a social outcaste, addict and loner, in 100 pages of graphic hurt, Free Verse, & Grace… Grace & Pain are personalized. They have arms and faces, they’re not exactly what we think. There’s Lies (Slie) – of the cathedral of ash; SeribudDeer, aka The Bruised Reed. I still see alphabets in reverse, a… Continue reading
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Heartravellers
had a lovely day- my sisters were home after a longgg stretch- travelled back in time, up stairwell of lighthouse. We flew down to our village beach and surfed lanes, then ran up to the sky, where a seagull swooped on Thandala, the fisher girl we knew – swooped on her basket of mackerel, her… Continue reading
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even if
Settle it in, exhale, intake, consume Gratitude, even if the sun is ice, & stars tire, or birds forget melodies: all day, just rest, arrest the heart in every right place – every little piece of time- a bouquet fat with deliberate thanksgiving…all day Continue reading
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My burden is Light
Be a little light, a meteor, a star, a speck of fire in the dark, don’t be the dark, pl don’t, that’s too lonely, yes, no, we can’t be Light all by ourself, we’re too selfish. True Light, it gives, gives. Remember the manger, the stable, remember the Cross. That’s the real thing. We can’t… Continue reading
