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You Are The Cherished Purpose. . .
You wonder if you make a difference. You’re those things that escape the notice of people. But without the daily doings of choice, of comforts, of niceness, the world could not go on. The smallest act of mercy has large repercussions. Remember that. When the smallest act of kindness is received, it is passed…
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All We Have Is The Moment. . .
It seems strange to be living with devices that usurp time that could be spent with persons, either beloveds or would be friends. These devices take precedence over relationships that would enhance life to the utmost or heal encounters that would promote peace. How we have let celluloid people on the wall take precedence…
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Prayer In Concert. . .
Prayer In Concert It was prayer you held in concert with the Great One who marked your presence on his counter of beads. Talks, mostly dialogues, it seems, and held court with sages long asleep on couches too soft for too long. . . Rise! You shouted and they, appalled at the sight of…
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A Presence. . .all you can do. .
I am calling to touch base with you. It has been too long since we chatted I said. And after a surprised response she started and went on at great length finding her own equilibrium. I could do nothing for her except be an ear to listen. She called me the next day with gratitude…
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Rocking The Boat. . .
He was five years old and did not want to go back to kindergarten. I don’t want to read to the class while the teacher teaches the green color to the other kids. I don’t want to read the baby books he said because he was already reading higher grades by himself. The teacher was…
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The Journey Begins. . .
What Have You Done? (understanding) They will ask, what have you done with your life and in truth I will answer. I have alibied and done laundry for a world so soiled that even bleach couldn’t reach. I have waited for the winter snows to cover the debris to give surcease to eyes that tire. …
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If I Could See Me. . .
I was getting dinner for Sunday noon. I was in the process of setting the table and finishing up. I was listening to Carl Hass give his voluminous views on classical music radio when I heard him say Bach’s little suite. And when I listened it was the same feeling I had when I…
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Commitment; a sacred obligation. . .
Scribed journal entry of 24 years ago to compare to today’s events. Who would argue the quantum theory that all time is simultaneous? The journal entry began. . . your inlaw mother told you that she wishes she had known you, that you had been her teacher. She knows you present a healthy attitude…
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By Divine Grace. . .
When it comes to memory, how do we separate what is currently ours? Yet the question should be, what is not ours when we are part of humankind? What can we separate from since we do not know what it is we have participated in since time began? Have we lived before? What is…
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Time For Work To Be Done. . .
It was a desolate landscape. There were ice mountains in the background. There was a building, more barracks like with no thing, nothing around it. The moon was white and things were outlined but barely so. Sparse would be putting it gently, but desolate and bare of life would say how tragic it felt. I…