Morning Light
Morning light, spilt through foliage, splashing the grass with gold; the simple, daily pouring of nourishment into a crumbling world.
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The Gift of Grief
And maybe (somehow), off where grief will give loss becomes a better way to live
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Green umbrella by the ocean shifted into sifting sand— little grains of crystalled rock-dust blowing toward the endless blue. – She shifts and lays aside her novel, blue as water far away where the wave line meets the sky wall like eternal, bright and fey. – Up above, the halcyon sky shine scatters light; a […]
Read more "Morning Loss"Springtime Haiku
Each day unfolds more leaves squinting in the sunshine welcome, newborn life!
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morning lay just beyond the stone the air washed clean of pain and sorrow in the darkness fingers brushed against linen smoothed folded over set apart for John bare feet on cool stone and the gilded glow of a new day
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Christ now raised and seated high, reigning Great Exalted, Lord of Light who hope supplied: life when death assaulted, Savior over sin and gloom Mystery of redemption, lead us to the empty tomb turn our gaze to heaven. – Shameless one you shared our shame lamb of God forsaken! Blameless Son You wore our blame: […]
Read more "Christ the Great Exalted"What Christ Can Do
Look what Christ can do— bound as He was to a cross, weary and strangled in pain, a joke on the lips of man, a curse on the lips of God— death of the Immortal. He died like no one else— the pride of the Father’s eyes, a portal torn in the veil from Satan’s […]
Read more "What Christ Can Do"Things Exist
Things exist to be, they said to pulse, and jive, and jest. No deeper mean, just lean, they said for things exist to be. – But all is bright and rich we feel, a vasting meadow span that makes our life-light keen, we feel for things exist…in He
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We teach the best by stumbling in ways we thought we knew, and stubbing toes on drywall till we find the way to stalk. – The cleanly path, the painful-less that smooths its way around like silken shoes is bound to lose the strength of real and talk. – And so we strive to go […]
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We gather together to eat with joy the life that died so that we would not starve at all… or ever
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