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The Spoken Moment. . .
The Spoken Moment . . . There are moments rare in our shared history that are so special that they must be spoken aloud. I have too often not spoken them, and I regret that. Now I speak and they may inspire you to speak yours out loud. We were sitting at the island between…
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Its Own Amen. . . .
In The Quiet Of This Night . . . In the quiet of this night, come to me and we will hold hands and talk and I will show you from high up you jumped. The night will love you and envelop you and you will find that in the cold moon there is…
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Rituals and Habits, A Practice of Life. . . . .
Habits. . . The thud of the back door as it swings shut, the sound of keys clinking to their place on the stairs, tell me even in my sleep, that you are home. Small things noted, giving rise to habits observed, a sense of ritual to a life filled with them. We continue rituals,…
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A Heart’s Commitments. . . .
A Given . . . There comes to mind in the space of time a leverage. . . gaining for one a semblance of peace. Silly, it sometimes is when the purpose of life is to regain and reclaim this right. It is of no consequence now in the sleeping hours of a…
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Painful Perspectives. . .
The tablet is yellowed and the typed pages, crisped with age. The year is 1979 and I had to use my calculator to see that it is now 40 years old. But yesterday I read in a brochure for a health magazine that one of its articles states that the brain does not know how…
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Everlasting Life: caterpillar to butterfly. . . .
In this spiritual week for us so inclined, memory is mine of those who have transited from my life. All my beloveds come to mind, but one incident from the children’s younger days stays with me with more clarity because of my path. I was standing at the door of the room shared by the…
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A Thud Against Our Heart. . . .
Yesterday the world united in grief as we watched the fire rage and consume a large part of the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. It was with dismay and heartbreak we saw a symbol of our civilization consumed by a utility given to Mankind to enhance life. Yet at the same time we saw…
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Creativity. . Look, what I made! . . .
I scribed. . . .it is a bag of wind we seem to contend with and problems never ending. The problems stem from diverse personalities complicating and darkening what should be an enlightened situation. What is obvious to one is dark to another. You think the world’s state of affairs too complicated to solve. Yet…
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To See The Day. . .
From Psalms of Love is the following poem entitled ‘To See The Day.’ The emotions and the times were painfully immobilizing. The inner journey means different things to all those who attempt it. I did not realize there was a name for what I was thrust into. All I knew was that I hurt. Heaven…
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The World I Worked To Build. . .
The World I Worked To Build. . . Where hearts open to each other, where minds are keen on learning, and where love intends to see its full bloom. Where beings are intent on growing to their fullness and work becomes a blessing. Do I want much? I want only what I worked and hoped…