Category: Thoughts
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A Martha Morning
It’s been a Martha morning full of tasksSuppressing my annoyance at the help I had to ask. But thank God it is Sunday and it’s time for church, Where Jesus gently turns my eyes away from my own works And as I fix my mind upon the empty tomb. I release the tension in my jaw and shoulders…
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To The Man With The Metal Detector At The Park
What are you looking forIn the middle of the parkOn the edge of the sports fieldWhere the little kids play? Will you fill in the holes you are digging?Or will someone unsuspectingStep into a space Filled with nothingAnd break their ankle? What kind of treasures do you expect to find?There are no remnants Of ancient civilizations hereNo…
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Butterfly Panes
I stand at the seasidewatching waves in mirrored silver sheetscascading over gold-grained ripples,depositing flotsam in their retreat. Summer stretches out like a giant beach towelDrops of sweat form on my sandy legs.The children plow into the water in joyful extravaganceas I walk along the beach.I do not have their giddy abandon. My eyes scan ahead,…
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Voting Almost Made Me Cry
I almost cried when I went to vote today. I know we’ve all felt this way at times when attempting to do our civic duty, but no, it didn’t have anything to do with the political state of our country. There were no long lines, or malfunctioning machines — although there was a moment of…
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The Wardrobe
Poetry is a wardrobe overflowing with truth and lies in every swirling color, texture, size. And locked away there you try on other people’s eyes…
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Them Apples
A Child’s Question I was asleep and my oldest daughter, preschool aged, had wiggled under the covers next to me, letting in a draft of cold air. As if this disruption of my bodily comfort wasn’t enough, she had added a question – a mental splash of cold water for good measure: “Mommy, why did…
Writ & Whimsy 