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More Than

More Than

Without Love, I am words faded, erased on a page, no more than the shavings left behind, without Hope. Yet this contradiction exists—- In lowy state, we find our Bliss. In poverty, I lay Me down And there find Calvary’s Love—- But what do I really know of this? O, to...
Setting Things Right

Setting Things Right

To set about setting things right, we need to know what is wrong. Right? But right according to whom? My right way may not be your right way. So how far will that get us in setting things right except in possibly setting ourselves up for making things wrong? And how...
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

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...
First Light

First Light

Through the tall wooden door, I leave one realm and enter another, turning the handle, stepping into Dawn’s light. Streetlights yet lit, half-moon lingers, subdued, while sun sits on earth casting a mirage on early morning dog walkers. Warblers, sparrows, finch,...
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...

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