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Still Bearing Fruit

Still Bearing Fruit

Little tree, I do meet perchance, strolling on a summer day. Your fruit so plentiful, branches loaded, you are a picture of abundance. But what of these limbs when winter bare? Stark and colorless, no billowing form to shade this ground. Harvest complete, or so it...
A Word About Puppy Training

A Word About Puppy Training

I don’t have a whole lot of experience training puppies. Our dog Sam was the first time I’d ever experienced obedience school. He needed it. He did receive his diploma, but that was only because the trainer didn’t want us bringing him back. I’m...
There Really is a Popeye!

There Really is a Popeye!

The story below was originally posted on my blog called Sundays with Dad in October 2013. I found out today that Popeye passed away yesterday, so I dug it up and am reposting it here in his honor. Here’s to you Popeye. Love you always and God bless you… It...
Sketching Boundaries

Sketching Boundaries

What is the shadow neath a wing? No fence to keep you in. Beyond this place, though clouded Boundary lines are clear. And safe are you within His watch. What is the apple of an eye? Surrounding colors set with stars, Circles orbiting to eternity We travel, a...
Up Against the Shore

Up Against the Shore

It is anchored there, like a buoy of protection, informing me of my inability and limitations, as if to say, “Do not swim beyond this point, silly child.” The ropes, north and south, define the boundaries. But I am stubborn, the sea beyond looks bluer. The sun...

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