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Come Into My Kitchen
Come into my kitchen and use the back door. Only dear friends are allowed to walk right into the center of my home. Others have to earn the right by walking through the halls of my life to get to the heart of my home. But you can come to the back door. I will…
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nuggets
Your heart will teach in ways the world cannot. What is not finished here will be finished elsewhere. This is called the long view. It is a choice. When everything becomes a moral decision it means that issues have been dragged through the heart. To suffer means to be aware of the…
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The Strange Bequest
There was a man, a slim man, whose head was bedecked with a white cloud and whose eyes saw dreams he could not articulate. He sat one day staring into space and when I questioned him, he said, `I am sitting and watching the grass grow.’ I hesitated far too long and have lived to…
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The Autumn Night
The velvet night plays host to the September moon hanging in suspension in liquid air. Cold, crisp edges seal in the lunar landscape, forgetting for the moment, the hot sky which sealed our noon. There comes the night, in desperation relieving the cloddish insensitivity visible in the unrelenting stubbornness of the day, unable and unwilling…
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A Presence In My LIfe
(In May of 2000 I, with the help of family, had self published a hard cover book of poetry called Kiss The Moon; A Woman Speaks and Gives Grace. Except for a few copies I held back, 500 books were sold. In the front of the book I explained how the poetry came to be. …
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My Song Goes Out
My song goes out on the morning air and penetrates the sky to where the stars hang heavy. My lyrics ride the beams that will meet the sun and hang in mid-day until even the grass hears the melody or the mourning. Look who it is! they say. She speaks to us and we hear,…
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Morning Comes
Morning comes with dew hinting Autumn, promising a long, clean winter. Schedules are welcomed and days end at an appropriate time. Evenings stretch like warm welcoming mats, rolling up at our heels and sealing us in with what will feed our Spirits. [product id=”” sku=”001″]
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How And Why
A grandson asked me to explain how my writing comes about. How I give birth to things and the meaning of some articles and poems. Some authors and musicians have said that the words and music are heard with an inner ear. Often writers will say they are writing with the flow. Ralph Waldo Emerson…
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The Explanation
It was with stony disbelief they watched as I slowly lifted the strands of hair at the back of my head. And when they blinked, I smoothed the disarray and said, did you see them? I, of course, had grown another set of eyes on the back of my head. But only after the children…
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In Consort
I seek solitude in that part of mind in consort with the ancient gods. We whisper great truths and often chuckle at the simplicity of man’s complex thoughts and of the complexity of the simple word. It all must do with the feelings of the times. For in ours, when our time was, we laughed…