Spirit
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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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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
