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Never More Than A Heartbeat Away. . . .
Never More Than A Heartbeat Away . . . The wind had blown over the huge tomato plant and he was out of patience with his mother with her directions as to how to support it. Her instructions were explicit and he shouted it’s only a plant! And she almost in tears shouted back, it’s…
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To Want The Priceless Gift. . .
I Want For Mother’s Day. . . a grown up world. . . . As I approach my 86th birthday in a few weeks, and on the eve of another Mother’s Day, I hope I am closer to understanding what life is about and maybe have you understand why this white haired woman sees…
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Where We Cook The Oatmeal. . .
In the many studies on love and goodness, what appears to be evident is that when one is aware of good and when one comes to the time to do good, the choices are few to do other than good. When you become better and better, your options cease. Heaven goes one better. When approaching…
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Crowded With Saints. . . invisible
When I try to explain what track my thinking has taken in my life, even as a child or a teenager when a peer said that I talk as if I am reading out of a book, I am at a loss. In the following excerpt from The Last Bird Sings, Marshall, the student…
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Thought in Flight. . .
We cherish not the dream or the believer but the One who sparks the dream. ***** The bushel is moved and in the space of a candle, the world is lit. ***** Love ventures into areas where courage falters but the heart makes waves. ***** The highest framework we can choose is…
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In Tribute To A Beloved. . .
To Lift The Plough At Last. . . She said to me that when she felt Spirit ebbing, she would toss her suitcase in the car and take off for The Farm. She not only loved those who nurtured her but the Farm itself which somehow fed the city girl. There, nothing was demanded…
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Where Can We Go?. . .
Where Can We Go? . . . As the sparrow falls it is noted and the quality of life is diminished by one. Long ago the feathers were counted. The color of the downy beast was subtly painted into the rainbow. A child is born in the forgotten…
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Time In The Heart. . .
Time In The Heart. . . I was an oppressed people. I wandered long and became very tired of wandering. I hugged the banks of the green river and shredded lives of high caliber. Crying hard and loud I voiced irritation that rubbed edges raw. And soon I…
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The Lighthouse. . .
The Welcome. . . Come, we walk. Take my hand. Lean on me for a time to gain a respite for a work unending. I stand by you, ready to catch you if you fall. My arms are steady and ready. I will not stumble, so do not…
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To Richly Endow. . .
To Richly Endow My head swiveled when I heard the elder blurt out, ‘but you are lucky you like to pull weeds!’ I stared openmouthed because she was serious! I thought of the past hot week where the sun did not blink and the temperature and humidity hovered at ninety. Upon her arrival for dinner…