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Dusty Feet in the Sea

Dusty Feet in the Sea

From pulpit to pew the words land wrong, wrestling with each other. I ask, “What will I lose if I lose myself to You? What will I leave behind?” It’s too much to consider so I remain as I am. Or is it that I have returned To find You waiting in my dust and have...
Climb Baby Climb

Climb Baby Climb

Todd was watching a Borg/McEnroe Tie-Breaker Documentary. I stood watching first McEnroe work his way back, then Borg, then McEnroe, then Borg, I was frozen to the screen and forgot why I had walked into the room… Borg wins what the announcer calls a “Mt....
Thanks for the Mess?

Thanks for the Mess?

Remember to breathe,“ T says as I stand up after several hours of writing, and stretch. I’m reminded of the words, “Debbie, you don’t breathe.” The actor sitting beside me in the dressing room had noticed and said, “Breathe, girl, breathe!” I...
A Vertical Miracle

A Vertical Miracle

Rolling to one side, I keep rolling so I hold onto the pillow. Sitting up, I keep my eyes closed. This seems to help. Yawning, lifting my arms, forcing fists, checking for equal strength on both sides of myself, standing slowly Waiting for a sense of steadiness before...
Early Delivery: Inside Outside

Early Delivery: Inside Outside

Turning my chair, I face the day outside instead of the kitchen. The Amazon truck pulls up with flashing lights for an early delivery. “Red sky at morning Sailor’s warning.” T’s removed, finally, the festive globes from the bush beside the front porch but...
Masquerade

Masquerade

silver black pavement slick smiles ignorance fools the brightest ignorance instigates fear ignorance loves disguise upside down flailing stiff arms running in circles black ice in early morning light ignorance is an artist of masquerade because it is afraid of wisdom...
On Becoming Real

On Becoming Real

  it’s misty gray but there is the new sound of a bubbling brook today. i know i may be alone, but i am going to miss the snow. it covers many distractions all in white and makes everything it comes in contact with beautiful. it gets walked all over and becomes...
Who Hears Your Lonesome Song?

Who Hears Your Lonesome Song?

Poor tired hollow one Who hears your lonesome song? I once walked that way with moonbeams overhead. To you it may seem odd Perfection took the beating The tree held up the torn and broken Salvation paid the highest cost. Triumphing over every foe We are forever...
Joy in the Fury

Joy in the Fury

Joy, how do we meet with you? How are you made manifest in the fury? Where do you begin and, tell me, will you ever end? Are you like the broken iceberg weighted by the storm, loosened from the shore, now set afloat and free? Or are you like the waves that make...
Lake at Dawn

Lake at Dawn

  Bend my heart to the rising Sun, toward the flames of the Spirit’s brush. I long to see, to hear, to know, to follow, to do what is just. To each You’ve given good purpose, and promises in Your Word. Open our ears to listen, to the Voice of the wind unheard....

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