Peace
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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
Assurance, Bangalore, Brush, cataract, Choreography, Christ, colors, Doctors, Dr M.S. Ravindra, Healing, Hope, India, infinite, Iris, Joy, Kartik Nethralya, Life, light, Macula, Monet, Nurse, Ophthalmologist, optometrist, Peace, Phacosurgery, Retina, theater, Yeshua -
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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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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The Pressure of Light
haibun Jia’s lemon tea is red with leaf brew. It is like her : all pressured to be a safe mom. Her 2 year old isn’t speaking yet, she worries. (We meet for the first time through a mutual friend. The child has a face like a waiting dawn: fascinated I play with her in… 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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Supernatural emotions
be arrested. as a weaned child, rest your head on the beach between this & the eternal. measure how deep we go… back to when we saw our first sun rise, a mother smile, a father breathe his last breath. where does sadness exit, or soul. or my child’s tears when I touch him, or… 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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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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Fire dance
WordPress Daily Prompt: have you ever performed on stage or given a speech Yes, I have performed even my Tefillah* on stage & ones in streets & inside my teeth. Ma would weep. For me praying used to be racing sandslopes to where the sun was still in grey waters waiting to give me gold:… 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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I responded to a Skeptic not realizing this was going to be more than sweet poetry shares…
Poetry partnerships are responses to each other’s poem. I hadn’t a clue that the articulate, kind eyed Skeptic’s Kaddish was agreeing to many extra miles just to be seen with my Yeshua verses. In his Post David Bogomolny says,” Yes, I responded to Faith Poetry.” “…I mean, really, one of the main reasons I avoid… Continue reading
