Joy
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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
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in acres of Light
Once we begin to leave suspicions of each other, we lose feet & arms of war: we leave the womb of the foetus of hate; then it is not too late to Pic Prompt : Hiatus Conceive wings, in the blades of breakn’ shoulders: 🌾 we leave the ashes of our dust of our rust;… Continue reading
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Smokn’ children
d’Verse ‘Weed’ 🌿 she is like burnt weed ~ running, reject … (why is there such a thing as a smoking child?) she snarls – thru the weeds in those baby eyes. They were hedged, all their life. Pic : Stephen Hocking Unsplash d’Verse WEED prompt 🌿 Continue reading
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in the stillness…
I find You, finding me: Your undiluted Compassion is no imagined strength. Continue reading
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Fantastically torn pages
We are each other’s story wrapped in tangles; edgeless momentoes of each other. We are fragments of stars and streams & oaks running ‘neath trees planted by torrents of living Waters… pic : pickled stardust, unsplash we are songs broken every day, as at dawn. We are wars. We are Seekers of Light, in the… Continue reading
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Bookie!
Thank you D’verse for provoking Prompt : Place & Space Last week a local Book Store took me back to the first library I ever met. Dad insisted it wasn’t haunted, the local Doc said it was! I was five and deeply interested in everything, esp the smoking lady ghost they said visited the Bungalow’s… Continue reading
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Airpoet Sunset (love that typo:)
My pics don’t half capture what we saw two evenings ago at our Kempegowda sky. With zero city silhouettes, no trees, just this blaze of light we’ve all seen before, but this one ruled! It had been a long day, we were hoping for a spot of coffee & chat. But time runs: you don’t… Continue reading
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To Dance with the Fabulous Unseen
In response to the Five minute Friday’s “Choose“ Light. Shining. Via our son’s blindness? This is not what we yelled for at altars. This is not what we asked … the Almighty, and when He never answered we sulked hard at the unanswered prayer. This dawn am staring at how I’ve misunderstood the Act of… Continue reading
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Super Power (tears for Peace)
I’ve received hate, evil, disaster, discrimination, cruelty but with Compassion … one is startled into a new order of things. Call it Love, Grace, unmerited favor.… It breaks me out of old mental patterns into New. It ruins Ruins, breathing Life into Carcasses of Joy. Compassion weeps Fire in the ashes of our tears for… Continue reading
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Can a tiny molecule of Care provoke Change ?
She was at least six months pregnant; her other child seen here, looked up at us with vacant eyes. The woman’s pale face brightened; in minutes every container of food we gave them was ripped open as they ate till their wrists were messy. I couldn’t sleep that night. The first time we saw this… Continue reading
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i prayed for a prayer
burn my lips with verbs that do nothing but peace Abba. Continue reading
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Christmas Cactus
You remind me of how steep we bear each other, inter -species. Continue reading
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That moment you’re aware you’re being watched
…that He is aware of you. He knows you by name. There is nothing that can shake away that moment. The Creator creates it, designer made for you. You look up to see Him gazing down at you. There’s no need of the sun, there’s nothing under the earth. Everything you knew pales in the… Continue reading
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SEAHORSE, my friend
He was real, I was young enough to love him for what he was, a real sea creature in the early waves, Bay of Bengal. Through the years, he has followed me, city after city, lane after lane, along with a certain “Harrison” Aussy Life Saver/priest who took me to the Shoulder of a wave.… Continue reading
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Dew Fall
…on our blinds, our mind – shuttered. on our veils, our vales of shadows – sparkle our dust with the Life of Your Light, Fall, Dew, fall. Continue reading
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‘The Cokeville Miracle’
True life stories have a way of leaving you staring as movie credits scroll down your Living room: after you get a glass of cool water, you re- live some of the scenes you just watched, then get back in current reality, a little re- arranged. This Movie had that effect on me/ us. I… Continue reading
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“No, blood does not matter anymore”
We have had tea together a thousand times in these cane chairs facing her curry leaf tree and windows hung with old silk curtains. Sia is a good woman with friends and folks who love her; why wouldn’t they, she is not just strikingly entertaining, she is one of the loveliest persons I have ever… Continue reading
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It is so early I can hear my heart
Pre-dawns do that. It wakes you up to beauty and quiet, rest and hope. Have a day of peace and joy, yea we are that privileged. Continue reading
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Reflections
Thoughts on a new May day! No pun intended😅 have a blessed day. Did this for our online fellowship – church, and personally startled all over again by the massive arm of God’s Love that leaves none out. Continue reading
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The power of belief
It can turn you and me into ‘threshing machines’ (Is 41.15); thresh away doubt in the amazing love of God. I’ve seen hate and I’ve seen indifference, but nothing shakes my core like the Presence of Him who can touch my heart of stone. ..nothing moves me like the Fountain of His tender mercy new… Continue reading
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Pieces of God
Her eyes sparkle then dim as he walks out and leaves her to pay their bill. I didn’t dare take a pic while they were there. Next to us a couple (late 30s?)….her eager smile full of pink lipstick; his laughter, …careless? The Cafe reeks of a few worlds the names of which I try… Continue reading
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“Joy?”
I get a forward on “Feeling Joy no matter what” and I’m thinking “Nice!” but the weather is neat pools of red mud where they’re digging up new roads around our address. Yes, the rains give us poetry too, if you’re like me when we aren’t reading on bombings at Borders and what Price Gurus… Continue reading
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Re-generate!
Is it even a horse? Maybe not. Inspired by *** C.S.Lewis’ ‘Winged Horse‘, re-wiring the way I look at Renewals: worn out earth route replaced by sky map – wings; brain fatigue, taken on by new oxygen! Who said anything against that, Bro, take a walk in the direction of newnesses. “Racham” Love beyond Love.… Continue reading
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Listen closer to the Cross
D’you hear It’s Whisper ? Continue reading
