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A Shout To The World
I would fairly shout to the world that we sit in the lap of eternity, the mother lode of time. Eternity has held us close and whispered in our ear the soothing sounds of love. Eternity promises us peace at the altar of hard work and much prayer. It will give us what…
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To Ponder Anew
Man clings to many things in this world that no longer have a place. It is his security blanket full of philosophical holes. It does no good to see all sides of an issue when the heart is concerned with only one side. Man holds out with what is his divine self, trying against all…
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We Break Bread
I have broken bread with old friends for what seems to be many centuries. We continue our conversations begun when yet we were in other times and were other people. But it has been, you see, only a minute. We bring to mind all things old and some things new. ‘Twas but a quirk of…
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A Toast From My Heart
Let us drink in the sight of each other and let loose those preconceived dreams keeping us from breathing in the essence of the New Year. With these we will face a blessedness comparable to none. Come, drink and be merry. We will welcome one another forever more and be glad. Salut! Photo by Joe…
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A Christmas Gift
I lay the swords beneath the evergreens, but you knew that. I also lay old grievances upon the swords, for we have outgrown them. They will be buried low beneath the branches so there will be no weapons to carry. I will not burden my own with my dreams, for in another world they have…
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The Laughter
In the dim light of the silent candle, while seated at the kitchen table, I heard laughter. It rose from the belly of one seated at another table and hit the ceiling with a loud guffaw. The ceiling fan threw the laughter out the windows to the winds carrying it afar. My heart welcomed the…
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Some Thoughts
One would think that for human progress to have been more rapid, a sledge hammer rather than a quill would have been used. Unless emotional garbage is released, it will continue to be contagious. The mind set to turn a particular way is already bent. The split in man is so dichotomous that his life…
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Toward Arms Wide Open
I walk now toward arms wide open to embrace the fabric of who I am. Centuries have gone into the craven pot, stirring to form a compatible formula. Looking always toward humanity’s good, I become with hope, a welcome addition to my Earth’s classroom. November, 2013 photo by John Hallissey
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We Are A Mosaic
Sometimes our actions seem out of context. It is as if we are dancing to a song not in the musical library. It is not heard by anyone else, just us. It is not foreign to us, but seems puzzling to everyone watching. We know that it is still us, just not the us…
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A Paradox
The silences reveal provocative answers to questions only my heart dares ask. In these silences, in the pauses between spaces, answers bloom like petals waiting to be picked. I don’t know how many lifetimes are required to come to this moment where the silences resound boisterously. What is more clearly so is that my heart…