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For you especially. . .
The Roses Are For You. . . I tell you true. You were known before you came here to this vast land. A waste for some, a paradise for others, for one a dim place and for another the sun shines. You took upon your Spirit a work, a job, looking to make a difference.…
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Attitude of Gratitude. . .
Simple Things . . . There is comfort in the simple things. . . the cup of hot coffee in a favorite cup, the warm bathrobe, threadbare though it is, the slippers, warm and high around the ankles, the fire in the grate lit by a device with a flick of the…
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A Sacred Leaning. . .
A Sacred Leaning. . . When I understood the meaning of the words begat and borne and unearth and wrote this, I wept. It was then I realized that for me the poignancy of creating life was not so for everyone. The school of thought then was that it was all biology. Until we…
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This Road Traveled. . .
It was a very vivid dream and I wrote of it in detail. I was moving the garden hose on the front lawn and looked up and David was walking up the sidewalk. Oh David, you are alive and well I said, and he said it is a wonder. They make as many mistakes as…