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Christmas Lullaby
The moon assists the drama heralding the arrival of the event locked within memory. A place, deep within time’s measure nudges from familiar territories the clockwise turn of events. Incense, sweet hay, pungent holly, sweeping palms, evergreen. The eye follows the moon rays to find the final beam lodged in our heart. The ear strains…
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An Offering
In all things good we ask that a Light so shine that the good works which are ours will glorify and exemplify all that is true and divine, both within us and within the Earth. We ask Divine guidance be placed upon our heads and within our hearts that we may bring to light all…
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Waiting For Santa Claus
The bare floor of the landing, midway to the top of the stairs. began to bite her knees and she grew weary. Her chin pressed the ledge of the frozen window where her breath left a misty hole. Her eyes followed the range of the stars, afraid, afraid of missing the sainted friend who would…
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A Life Worthy
Life is kind to those who treat her kindly. But if intensity, with its power is used, then life desires to meet her match. And uses the match for preparation to a higher glory that has little bearing on what one believes. It is not a matter of life in a hereafter that has one…
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Great Songs Will Be Sung
Should you find the need to tell your story in words, think mightily on them and they will be caught up in the air’s currents and carried on the birds’ wings. They will reach the ears they were designed for. You will find you are not alone and in this infinite universe you will be…
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Thanksgiving
THANK YOU My days are filled with murmuring thanks for gifts unbidden. . . . for the stray thought giving answers to questions I did not ask. . . . for the beating heart too tired even to stop and glad that it does not. . . . for the quivering morning poised to take…
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The Invited Guest
I once knew a good carpenter who, with hammer and saw and wood and file showed me how to build a chair. I did and sat on it and then decided I needed a table. With hammer and saw and wood and file, I built a…
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the first snow
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We Are Asked
In each of us is our dream, our desire. The striving, the process is the only thing worth the struggle. This is why we work at it. All else are diversions. They are but a tangent of the premise. Either the striving or the process finds the dream for us or we do not find…
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Forever Stilled
Forever Stilled Hear the bird sing. Singing with the guttural sound because the ethers are not light enough to carry her notes. She swallows her song and it is forever stilled.