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Born With Conscience . . . .
and memory. . . . . . My readers are perceptive and I grasp eagerly what they say. One said there are places I would not be allowed to voice my thoughts or concerns. I have lived almost my entire life being cautioned as I left the house about what I say. I had no…
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Virtue In The Doing. . . .
The Keys Of The Kingdom. . . . (In the conversation I mention about the satisfaction in the doing of what most consider work with my brother Stanley, and he said I hold the keys of the kingdom, in my terminus I see the wisdom of this. I was told to ‘do and you will…
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With These Hands. . . love. . . gratitude. . .
To Use These Hands. . . . from another time. . . As dawn breaks, my fingers of both hands curl about each other and I marvel at their slimness, their ability to elicit the feel of themselves, each digit wrapped around the other. And I think that nothing, no other world will ever…
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Time To Bend At The Knee . . . earth day comes.
It is long past time that we take cognizance of what it is we have done to our Earth planet. She is still here for us to love and care for. She is still here for us to give us breath, polluted it may be in some areas, but where we are, hopefully it is…
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My Eternal Love. . . . .my earth. . .
Love Letter To My Planet Earth . . . . My love affair started when I was eight and laid upon the green grass and willed the clouds into playmates for my thoughts. I wished I told my sky that I wished to be wise. I am not sure I knew what wise meant other…
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How Much Better. . . if we listen. . .
Some readers have difficulty with my saying I scribe yet writers have forever said they write in the flow or with their muses or simply nodding wisely and saying nothing. I say I know when the writing is mine and saying I scribed means I hear in silence and from where it comes is where…
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Everlasting Life. . we are already in Eternity. . . .
Life Everlasting. . . we are already in Eternity. . . . I scribed you cannot list the world’s disorders without revealing yours in duplicate. If one cannot relate to the ills surrounding, can we expect something to be done with what is not seen? Is life to be lived for others or for self…
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The Best Learning Place. . . Our Earth. . .
A great day at the Park. . . . It was another difficult day with health issues and no energy to cope. And then this ray of sunshine was on my computer. Her grandfather saying this little engineer put the frame for the folding camp chair (with many shock corded legs) together, all by…
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Dr. Jonas Salk. . Conscious Evolution. . .
Having been an avid newspaper addict, and leaning to clutter, I tackled a box of clippings yellow with age because then there was no money to buy books. The local libraries knew the boys and this mother well. So I read for the past week brittle clips mostly from early 80’s. I placed aside an…
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No Space To Grow Bread. . . .
No Space To Grow Bread. . . They are young, you say, with hormones raging in bodies, having no desire for libraries and no entry monies for museums . . . In these places, soldiers in perilous times were forever sowing seeds of freedom, with farmers tilling soil of rocks and clay to…