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Someone Who Waits For Us
There is a common problem among us and it bears thinking about in the hope that there will be an answer or a lesson learned that may point to a possible resolution. It is the need to know that there is a someone who waits for us. Or a someone who cares whether we…
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We Come With Love
Can we go to the lady who likes blue cloths, the young one asked. And I was taken by surprise as to why he wanted to go. I asked him why and he looked at me and said because she know-ed things and I want to ask her some questions about stuffs. And…
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One Pilgrim’s Journey
One Pilgrim’s Journey In my early years on this pilgrim’s journey, I would awaken and think through the night’s lessons and get my marching orders for the day. They were equally important. One morning though the conclusion was that it truly was a world without end. But world without end has a magnitude about it…
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Worth Thinking About
Worth Thinking About Knowing what to say is a social skill. Meaning what you say takes the form of action in the heart. Sometimes our heads understand what our hearts cannot. Do what the heart requires and not what vanity insists. The heart is the organ of redemption. With love, the heart salves the wounds…
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A Validity
A Validity Stressed beyond belief, my heart wanders in worlds unseen by human eye, not felt by human touch, but altogether real. Mountains are climbed where dizzying heights force vision beyond normal scope, chancing accidents not plausible but valid. It is my guess that distance is traversed on foot through lands uncharted and my footprints…
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The Jockey
In a square inch of soil we were told you will find all the history pertinent to your time and all you need to know in this world concerning all you need to know. We laughed at the old Teacher and labeled him The Jockey because he was on our backs all the time. We…
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The Memory Makers
The Memory Makers The smell of the damp morning kindled memories of earth mold, as she fetched the wood and stirred the fire anew. Warmth crept into the chill room as ghosts of Springs past kept watch and in unison nodded approval to make waves on the still-born ethers. The children slept; their various ages…
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Come To My Table
This poem was written a year ago and was received with such warmth. Much has happened in the past year to all of us. Memories rise unbidden sometimes, but needing affirmation. So we affirm them and ourselves; along with the memories welcome and again. . . . . . Come To My Table…
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We Lift Our Heads
We Lift Our Heads We lift our heads as we face our Source. We give thanks for these gifts beginning our day; a body without pain and a mind clear and receptive; a heart that beats steadily and ears that hear clearly. For these gifts we are grateful. Open us and allow…
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C’est Moi, It is I. . . .
The underlying factor in these universes is that there is an ethically divine purpose to do good. We have to because we are born to. Which is why we clean our doorstep and sweep our sidewalks. Even if those sidewalks are dirt. Why we wash our clothes and wash our bodies, even if the wash…