Joy
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Embracing Life’s Challenges: Lessons from the Sea
That September we had a small celebration, our youngest was a baby. How d’you describe the sea to a blind person, leave alone a tiny human? We did our bit, but he wailed, burrowed face in me. The sand, the huge amount of it, was too much for his little fingers. He’d just begun to… Continue reading
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Graphite & Grace
here, You speak me into existence. Out of non- existence, I arrive, in the shelter of your Eyes. Pieces of Your Peace, graphite & Grace. Ashes & Beauty, Death & Life. In the Shadow of the Secret Place, pages of my life, they fill, with lines You write. And everything within, like it or not,… Continue reading
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“Get used to different!”
If you’ve watched the Chosen series, you know Barnaby (Aalok Mehta) here interviewed by our girl Vihan Damaris. Singn’ insane Influencer. “…there’s no question, yeh Bhagwan, Ishwar, whatever, its there. Its my strength…” Aalok M, ace Actor got me watching closer at this phenomenon called Jesus, played by Jonathan Roumie, supported by the rest of… Continue reading
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there will be Light
..the Presence of the Touch that touches all Continue reading
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Beauty & the Beast
She brings me her drawing book, “Draw something, na. I heard you paint.” Its been a while since I sketched but her eyes draw me into them – midnight velvet eyes, breathless for dawn. Its a hospital, I do not ask what she’s feeling, what’s going on in her young life, is youth as beautiful… Continue reading
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Raining Prayers
We went out for vanilla scoops- 2/each, then met 3 Kashmiri ex- Techies selling Samovar tea…(its a brew of cinnamon flags, saffron shreds stewed over coal & Kehwa steam), 7pm The dark lashed Kashmiri sons & I trade shares of different lives. He has had a bullet wound in his arm. 6ish feet tall, smiling… Continue reading
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Say
I write for a group of writers :Five minute Friday and this week we ‘Say‘ in five minutes, what’s between our fingers, asking to be said. I’m thinking of Ghezu a local Dancer and she was good to feature on a video shoot for my daughter, but we got the feeling she was holding back,… Continue reading
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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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Pray
..uncombed, raw from the heart meditations! This was done for a friend, battered by circumstance, and inspired by a couple that asked if I could record a ‘devotional’ – uh not easy, but here it is, 6-ish am., with two images from last evening, birds in trees nearby and this detail thats been asking to… 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 7Letter Password
Akhiya stares past me into an inner room full of her paintings. Some of her canvas is slashed, others she has painted over and over. She will not show me any more, she says. Her face is a closed door but I cannot leave. She pushes away my John 3:16, her eyes empty with indifference.… 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
