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I have so little left to say, just ask
What are we to teach our children? “In the city I loved, suddenly nowhere was safe“ https://www.bbc.com/news/world-south-asia-58071592 What is a woman’s worth/ a nation’s? Is the equivalent of Peace~ War? Is there a Global community of peace keepers ? When will current conflicts end/how? Do we realize its all more than earth life? Do we Continue reading
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Pray for Afghanistan
What you will see here are Photographs I just found @Unsplash by two Afghan Adventure Photographers, unsure if safe to publish names. Wherever you are, we pray for your safety. Thank you for these stilling Captures ..that we be healed by the wounds of the Cross; & that the Blood of Jesus shed for all, Continue reading
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Accountability
Holding hands together, palms warm with praying, the way children do- urgent, necessary quick, like they truly believe. Chocolates are needed now, or Pa needs his leg repaired, or a bicycle needs a new bell. Or it shouldn’t rain at noon today, or we need a puppy. Now. A child persists, he believes, he sees Continue reading
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Takeaways from a Cloud forest
I tried to pray out loud but there were no words, just clouds, walking loud into my eyes, like Tears of Heaven Yes I love mountains, hills: but this trip was clouds. From where we were at Tipu Sultan’s Sunrise Point, Sunset, innerdialects. For one who is scared of heights, maybe I’m cured? 4600 ft Continue reading
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Order in chaos
After the rains it was there. Some call it Peace. There were frogs and crickets downstairs and the distant siren of an ambulance: 🍂 …oh drippy leaves, rain drops among raggedy city silhouettes; an earth washed, rinsed. Today am still inhaling that Quiet in gulps. It has been a while since Nature hit me this Continue reading
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Heart Lift
“Vineyard of Prayer“, my new painting / fav place. Will be writing 365 verses for each day of the coming 365 (wish me consistency); a book of conversations with God. Vineyards are places of productivity, of pruning and eventually the wine of soul comfort. Where am I going with this? Unsure, but it is a Continue reading
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The Incredible Power of Belief
Negatives stem from disbelief at the State of Peace. And their reason comes from a space so deeply ingrained in us, it takes a super normal event for some of us to believe in the Impossible. 🌿🍂☘️🍁 I’ve always been fascinated by leaves : fat leaves, thin shrunk ones lopping off branches or in the Continue reading
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Sermons from my ‘Jacquemontia’!
Years ago my husband NJ had gifted me a bouquet of blue silk roses for our anniversary, but later a relative wanted it for her wedding bouquet. I didn’t have the heart to say No, nor could find another just like it. What followed was an endless search for the blue roses, in every shop Continue reading
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The Dialect of Your Breath
Yes, a page off my diary as I listened to today’s word,”Do not be afraid“; this arrived without notice as poems do? Do take a peek if you can bear the blurry! Continue reading
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Here Time stands still…
Two minutes to sundown, my roses have bloomed, two tiny strawberry blossoms under honeysuckle all in our garden balcony in the sun going down, I’m staring staring at Time thats raced, stalled, touched everything, and left this moment untouched by its arms. Am staring at news here and there about Farmers in the streets furious 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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That summer I spent 40 days in the Red sea …
& other Places flowing thick off a beige covered Best seller that wouldn’t let me go. From Eden to hell, from Cain’s mess to Parables snuck like jewels in the dark, this Book held me by my irises. **** I was 13, I’d read every book there was to read in our school library. I’d Continue reading
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The Deadliest Contagion
My Article published in DOVE TALES: LITERARY JOURNAL OF THE ARTS The Deadliest Contagion: writing for peace, rayla noel: That first time I watched ‘Gandhi’, one scene followed me out of the theater door: the one with native police and advancing marchers. Row after row, they went down battered and bloodied, and not one of Continue reading
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I respect you..
…your time here, your life; it maybe far different from mine, yet here for a breath we meet, brothers / sisters in a time like ne’er before… I respect that your presence, your heart is the physical manifestation of God; we are so alike, we are different but alike in ways too many to not Continue reading
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Emotional Civilization
I’ve been intrigued by Olivia Laing’s article ‘How to be alone’, which yelled for attention in my Google search for global pulse few months ago. *** We have been a planet of People Groups: Consumers/Givers/Sitters/ Standers/ Travellers/ Chatterers… We talked of things we knew; now it feels like we are Letters we never knew we Continue reading
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Those school girl days …
So I get serial visits from childhood. My mates in ‘tails & school blue. Ashok in red bicycle and forehead lock, his bright eyes lit up with mischief that time he asks Sis M. why they wear veils and wouldn’t she please lift that veil for us once please? Sis M. blushes pink red purple Continue reading
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Text- Prayers
Today I prayed with Marija- Serb/Russian- she in an empty church (Prague), me here in my Indian Lockdown. We could not talk: Marija had a cough and is much better though still cannot speak. We text- prayed, in a beautiful silence. *** She is a gorgeous girl with a heart of gold; a classical pianist. Continue reading
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Smile
Let it out. It’s a beautiful gift to give each other. Friday five minute writers. Continue reading
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Vision
From my daughter Vihan’s insta post : “Eyes with no vision or vision with no eyes? Who can see better?” Continue reading
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What happens when people pray
The day my mother walked out of her skin, she breathed once twice then her hand in mine grew cold, that day Eternity walked close in my narrow space. Was it co-incidence that rays streamed from a room ventilator to where she lay, her last breath so unlike death? I wanted to grieve, but light Continue reading
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It is time
To hold on to the good in us. To remember mercies and love. And faithfulness. It’s that time to practice peace. And pray like we believe prayer works. It does. Everytime we healed, someone prayed. Everytime our heart of stone melted, it was someone praying. Someone changing the stone of us into a pleasant pasture. Continue reading
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New every morning
Refresh my soul, let the doors of you, open to Peace. Let everything within breathe Grace. May our mind lean on Him whose mercies never fail, they are new every morning. Great is His faithfulness. Greater than all my bounteous lack. His power in my weakness, oh the fact of that. Not I but Christ Continue reading
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Earth Buds.
To all new moms and babes unborn To the new dads and pulse of pitter-patter running thru’ your heart already. To spaces in you owned by scans in your lives, in these uncertain days, ah the joy of that beat-beat-beat in the wombs of life, *** In the swelling toes of our Dance, in the Continue reading
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Pitch perfect Prayer for July
I tried to pray today, it was like going to a store and not wanting anything any more except a counter that could take requests for giving. Giving thanks. * In all the recent Mayhem and Jittery June Viral chaos, the centre of me sat down to stare at another month for all of us. Continue reading
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Midwives of Destiny =
Pain & Passion. (Overheard today) Continue reading
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The way of Light
Everytime I break, You spill Your Light through e’en the tears in my eyes. Continue reading
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Compromise
He took it and took it, then he didn’t. The last time we met he showed us his telescope with Saturn rings and Jupiter all in his panelled rooms with fresh flowers sometimes, and a dog named Bin. He ate sunflower seeds and loved the colour yellow. S.J was your regular above average looking superman Continue reading
