None Besides

They don’t have our God. And so they quake as with the earth and shudder like the trees while frosted winds assail. They trip and tremble on their way; unknowing and unknown, they cast for solid ground but never find a hold. – Their rock is not our rock. And so the water raving waves […]

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Rain

The drizzling raindrops seem to say that all the things we love will not dissolve in sorrow. – That when the master made the watch he wound it tight…and stayed, refreshing each tomorrow.

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Frog

I wonder if that frog thinks the world is just a fevered dream inside his pond… – or does his mirror reflect, in green- translucent shine, the way creation always meant to be?

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Wind

The breeze blew by so gently It seemed the promise of my dreams had come to call. A breath like rain-dropped grass, it said the ground had greened at last and put her apron on.  

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Life

I watched a flower give itself—  a thousand tiny strands— that wafted into wind and grew a field of dandelions

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Spring

The earth is really still the same when winter winds subside and sunshine flows while warmly blows the breath of spring again. – The earth is different every time the dead things turn to green and seeds that died now quickly ride their stems to life…again

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#forme

I never knew how much I loved the light until the dark awoke and tore a terror, slow, inside my heart. Not a stab of sudden fear. The pulsing throb of confidence that now the lights are off they’ll always stay that way. – And in a little while at last I knew the game […]

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What the Wall Told

“You want to what?!” “Listen, Krea, it’s because I really think he’s going to anyway—” Alston began. “So because you’re sure Quinn is going to do it anyway, you’re going to stop protesting and just help him? That’s how you keep your friend safe, by helping him plot his own death march?” “When you say it […]

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Setting Paths

Brick by brick I see the lines of life– layering into the concrete of myself; and wonder (had I known it at the time) If I would lay the path that led me here… again.

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