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Renewal
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...
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...
Seeing Between the Lines
I used to draw and paint. I used to sing, I used to play…the piano. Now I work and rest, I worship. I write and when I leave this life I wonder if I will leave everything unfinished. When we are given a certain ability and it is not used, is it removed like the...