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When a Tree Falls, I Pay Attention

When a Tree Falls, I Pay Attention

I discovered trees lying chaotically covering the sloops surrounding the bike path on our Holy Saturday afternoon walk to the lake last weekend. I thought maybe the trees had been struck by lightening. One in particular caught my eye, its remaining trunk and torso...
She Came to Lift Me Up

She Came to Lift Me Up

She came to us in the night, unannounced, unexpected. He came to us in the night, unannounced, unexpected. She stood at my bedside like a flame, setting my heart alight with love. He stood like a flame, setting hearts alight with Love. She came because she knew I was...
Mundane or Miraculous

Mundane or Miraculous

Runs. My mom called them runs. A pianist plays runs. She was expert at them. Her fingers sweeping over ivory, high and low registers, commanding the keyboard with precision and power, as if calling creation into being. I imagine there was music at creation—the richest...

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