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Never More Than A Heartbeat Away. . . .
Never More Than A Heartbeat Away . . . The wind had blown over the huge tomato plant and he was out of patience with his mother with her directions as to how to support it. Her instructions were explicit and he shouted it’s only a plant! And she almost in tears shouted back, it’s…
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Where We Cook The Oatmeal. . .
In the many studies on love and goodness, what appears to be evident is that when one is aware of good and when one comes to the time to do good, the choices are few to do other than good. When you become better and better, your options cease. Heaven goes one better. When approaching…
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In Tribute To A Beloved. . .
To Lift The Plough At Last. . . She said to me that when she felt Spirit ebbing, she would toss her suitcase in the car and take off for The Farm. She not only loved those who nurtured her but the Farm itself which somehow fed the city girl. There, nothing was demanded…
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Where Can We Go?. . .
Where Can We Go? . . . As the sparrow falls it is noted and the quality of life is diminished by one. Long ago the feathers were counted. The color of the downy beast was subtly painted into the rainbow. A child is born in the forgotten…
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Time In The Heart. . .
Time In The Heart. . . I was an oppressed people. I wandered long and became very tired of wandering. I hugged the banks of the green river and shredded lives of high caliber. Crying hard and loud I voiced irritation that rubbed edges raw. And soon I…
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The Lighthouse. . .
The Welcome. . . Come, we walk. Take my hand. Lean on me for a time to gain a respite for a work unending. I stand by you, ready to catch you if you fall. My arms are steady and ready. I will not stumble, so do not…
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For you especially. . .
The Roses Are For You. . . I tell you true. You were known before you came here to this vast land. A waste for some, a paradise for others, for one a dim place and for another the sun shines. You took upon your Spirit a work, a job, looking to make a difference.…
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Attitude of Gratitude. . .
Simple Things . . . There is comfort in the simple things. . . the cup of hot coffee in a favorite cup, the warm bathrobe, threadbare though it is, the slippers, warm and high around the ankles, the fire in the grate lit by a device with a flick of the…
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A Sacred Leaning. . .
A Sacred Leaning. . . When I understood the meaning of the words begat and borne and unearth and wrote this, I wept. It was then I realized that for me the poignancy of creating life was not so for everyone. The school of thought then was that it was all biology. Until we…
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Little Mercies. . .
Little Mercies. . . Dickens said. . . ‘I wear the chains I forged in life’ For better or worse we forge them link by link. And I like to think they are good habits of ours that I call little mercies or the more common, tender mercies. I felt this many…