Tag: Being Human
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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…
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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…
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Slice of Life
Flying down the road, absorbed in your thoughts,as the beginnings of wildflowers peek out at the sun.Out of reverie with a jolt – What is that smell? Cutting the air like a knife, breaking the spell.Bemused searching eyeslook for the tell – And you see a manriding on the green shoulderof the road on a riding…
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A Liturgy for A Neighborhood Walk
Lord, thank you for the beauty of this neighborhoodFor the trees and flowersThat adorn this place – our temporary home.Let us remember our true journey as we tread the steps that bring us Out of our houses and into the path of opportunity. O, Lord, you are the God who seesEach family and person enclosed within each…
Writ & Whimsy 