poetry
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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 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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December Ember
“What can I say?” Said little Teardrop, to the Seribud Deer. “Say nothing, then,” He replied, un jumbling Hisself in her eyes, and she knew He spelled. ‘B- r-u-i-s-e-d, R-e-e-d ‘ for ‘Seribud Deer’, wheeeeh! Tear Drop glowed out loud: He was really Bruised broken for her- she understood that her little or long words Continue reading
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Harmony
It sits cautious. Unwelcome, afraid to upset our tempers: Harmony. memoir of field song, forest sepal, petal of the sun: harmony you Poet in the wilds I’d play you a harp of chords, right here in this Earth-season ripe – for pain. Harmony I’d create you, like a long awaited child, stash you in shelves, Continue reading
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Two much!
Two things struck me today as I headed home from a Mall where everything went wrong, except for the sweet old lady at the escalator, she had two bags and a grin, maybe at the fact that she was just plain happy I don’t know. I’ve been suspicious of Escalators. Yea I know – I’m Continue reading
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Have you been so in awe, you didn’t take enough pics?
have you been startled by stone step inscription touching your feet, almost pleading attention -the sun, a pure white 37° , it feels like 47; and it hits me in the place where humans store our spirit: am stepping in Era that halved history : BC/AD! Light falls in slabs of Words. Everyone is quiet, Continue reading
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Miracle of a scar
Scary when they tell you your retina is thinned out in the centre???? These Babes are never wrong. White coats, glossy black sweet bat girl frames, mid 30s? I’m muttering prayer in my teeth. Turns out its just the Macula scar I’ve had: 15 million blind in India, I get a piece of that miracle Continue reading
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Family Secrets
..they travel in our bags and hair, in the lashes of our eyes, in the accents of our curries.The word “Secret” can make you think in darkish undertones, but an “ish” is an “ish”, a suspect emotion. And Families are fantastic streams of discussion. That cupped with traditional plates and sauce of soul-chat, is sheer Continue reading
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Lean
You’ve gotten this far don’t give up now, yes it’s not easy. No it’s not too late. It is not over, it isn’t as bad as you think; you are not just someone on the sidewalk ..or unworthy of Grace Lean allow Me to let you- let your spirit leave what left: I’ll never let 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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Creative or Conned
December rears and revs! Leaves pregnant with mist, they ask to be seen. There are messages from another territory: the dew, a neighbors’ tears, a vendors smile. Woman in gold blouse with ruby lips, and broken eyes. Man in dead voice. Trees, cars, tables in this maddening crowd turning turning like seasons of our soul. Continue reading
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The Silent Prayer
nestling where we’d least find it, in the eye of a storm; hated by hell, coveted by those who know Its power; yes This is the best possession I have now, maintained like a cherished Garden. This I’d keep forever and not let go: that secret place where we meet the immortal Continue reading
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Yelling out loud, “Peace, please!”
We wait for it, but anticipating sweetness in bitters, is an acquired taste? Yes I can put of, for long enough, my own sense of Peacefulness! Looking for white flags, or better still, making them, is what we don’t do very well? Humans try. And we pray, some. It gives me a peace that surpasses 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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Speak Life!
…e’en on our grass growing sudden off vase in table. Such surprise (Life) stacked in our teeth, if we believe, if we believe. This morning I hung out the window, the sun yelling down via a few September rain cloud- Speak Life! Ah Lord God, You made the heavens & the earth, What is hard 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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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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touched by the untouchable
Of rain beaten stone, I… Continue reading
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Coincidence of miracles?
every dawn she reaches clay arms to the Light pouring in via chips tears cracks It is disobedient to her death, It strips her nakedness. “You’re a wasteland, a nothing, ” they had said. But the Light disobeys Lies. It reverses rape of the human mind. These are her morning routines. Continue reading
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Senses we do not know but use anyway
….the touch of experience, the taste of a new day the sight of vision, the hearing of the muted, the sense of loss, the smell of hope, the unseen tomorrow….these and some stir my ‘heart ‘ – ah that organ of awareness we’ve placed somewhere ‘tween head & rib. And oh when my spirit opens Continue reading
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Polished Arrow
Hidden, in His quiver, you thought you were forgotten. You’re there for that one choice moment, polished chosen arrow; time & tide sifted, ground, broke you – seasoned your edge- today you think you live in the shadow of others; ha, know this, you are one set apart, *** …for a Time such as this, Continue reading
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What the Cross means to me
And I’d thought this Cross was a symbol of suffering: but It is more. It’s a coat hanger for my soul…. but more, more! Now and then, I’m shredded by life. Now and then dragged into chasms alone… so I thought. So we think, we humans. We are suicidal, sick, disabled, dependent on human resource; Continue reading
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A Planet full of Pile
I saw this Photograph in DAVE’s brilliant Blog PHOBLOGRAPHY , and it drew me right in! Thank you so much for the inspiration your work always brings. How many footprints are we, how many miles, how many stories writ or half made, waiting, stalled, how many lanes are we, bylane – gullies, routes, detours: how Continue reading
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That Once
Original oil, RN. Sold. …. He did not reply, but in the Stillness, all else was hushed: that One time was enough, enough for me to know the Power of His Stillness. Continue reading
