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Depression
Pouring a Cup…Need One?
I don’t know about you, but I need to breathe in a soothing scent. Coffee it is. The water is boiling, our cups are set. I’ve opened up His Love Letter to us. It’s over here on the table, come sit with me? There is this section that I keep thinking about. Look with me...
Loneliness Becomes Loveliness
Different moods of water float with ease through broken ice. Let our moods too. As water is drawn through rocky shores toward sandy beaches, may we be drawn to? What is love that it should shine through the dark nights of our souls? What is darkness that it should...
Turning Mourning Dancing
I am on a mission to write meaningful words with fewer word counts. (Thank you for the reminder, Gary Fultz.) I respect your time. So I’m telling you in advance, this is a little longer than my last post which was long. Hmm. That’s why I like Haiku. This is not Haiku....