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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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Getting Perspective
A swing set is an escape, a steel tower of daydreams cradling the innocence of childhood as it hurtles through the air, unafraid I travel along, a stowaway…
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Easter Iamb
From long before the world was spoken forth,the Father’s plan was fixed in triune loveand at the crucial moment set in timeHis foreknown aim was finally revealed. In incarnation God stepped into fleshand carried to the cross our guilty charge.We killed him without knowing hope would springout from the very blood upon our hands. Three…
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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…
Writ & Whimsy
Old fashioned thoughts about writing, humor, faith and life.
Writ & Whimsy 