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The Vault Of God. . . you know, my friend, you know. . . . ________________________________________ ‘How did you know to do it?’ he asked. I loved and raised babies and painted roses on their cheeks and planted evergreens in their hearts. Now you should put the sabers at the foot of the evergreens. The dove sings high, gargles her song at times, but you know my friend, you know. The PoemMaker In every time and place there is a one who will dip pen in the heart and write. The Vault Of God. . . you know my friend, you know. . . My Mentor, the Nazarene
‘How did you know to do it?’ he asked. I loved and raised babies and painted roses on their cheeks and planted evergreens in their hearts. Now you should put the sabers at the foot of the evergreens. The dove sings high, gargles her song at times, but you know my friend, you…
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THE MOMENT THE STAR FELL I must call you by name that will pull you close to me. I’ve searched for something, some one word that will torch you and bring the inner light to bear. I cannot know my love, what name you wore when first we saw the bright…
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We Are Earth’s Prayer And Benediction Over the years I have asked us all to fall in love with our Earth. Obviously it must have been easy for me because I am still in love with her even though I am ending my earth cycle. I described it as a oneness, a union nothing dissolves…
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I was a young girl of 12 and it was our first summer on The Farm and it was a hard one. But it also was filled with good food straight from the warm earth. My mother had a talent for growing things in the city despite its polluted air…
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To Remember is our Liberation. . .I remember once or many times saying that I wish to pick up a book and understand what they were saying. I wanted wisdom. I wanted to understand. I wanted there to be a difference about me that others could see and say she is different. I am different. …
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To change history. . .a new path. . . I had been at sixes and sevens (so to speak) this week. I should explain that the idiom means things being in great doubt with me. The idiom is centuries old coming from (more nearly surmised) the English. Since I married into an Anglo Saxon…
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For Sitting On The Porch. . . It is a night for sitting on the porch. The night is soft and there is a breeze about. Soft. A love night. . . How could it be better? Only to share with an Other whose eyes see as mine do; the shapes of the trees against…
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