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    Poetry

    Love Unmatched

    Beauty in the moments – Music in the hush. Praises well within me, In tempos that aren’t rushed. Thank You, Lord for bringing Your hope to our domain. The Trinity exposed For those o’er whom You reign. The depth of love unmatched, Take comfort in Your staff. I revel in the winnow That removes all of the chaff. Glory to…

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    Journeys,  Meditations

    Behind the Blur

    The blur is there – Masking the image that had once seemed clear. Now, it is as though A wash of color has obliterated the view… And, that is ok, Because I trust. I trust the One Who watches over Israel and Slumbers not, not sleeps – Watches over me. In spite of my messes, His love is greater. My…

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    Poetry

    November Rising

    November brings us shifting winds, And Texas skies bright blue. Anticipation to give Thanks, To the One who’s True. There’s hope and love and even laughter Floating in the air, Giving thanks makes things much brighter, When we pause and share. And all because we have this moment To make our world a better place. Let your spirit rise and…

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    Poetry

    Next

    The sunlight slants, Its rays different now than in summer’s heat, Angling through the windowpane – A merciful change. The sky, still vibrant, yet subdued, Beckons on this October morn. Changes are in the wind Which tangles through my hair. The heartbeat within is strong and steady, And full of shivering expectation. Laughter. Joy. Hope. Happiness Roll into my consciousness.…

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    Journeys

    Wonder

    I’ve seen the sun shine across the Continental Divide on horseback – Streaming rays of molten gold melting over Aspen trees. I’ve felt the wind blowing in my face Off the snow that refused to melt in the heat of the summer at Snowmass, Colorado. And scenes of wildflowers frolicking at Estes Park. Sights, sounds, smells that have left an…

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    Journeys

    The Maple Tree

    About an hour or so north of Detroit, Michigan, there is pretty land filled with hills, lakes, firs and hardwood trees. It was here that I grew up – in a rambling farmhouse perched on one of those hills. The house had been built when Abraham Lincoln was alive, around the time he signed the “Emancipation Proclamation”. The Farm. Outside…