Joining herself with Him
in her act of love
for Him, her giving
in anointing his feet
joining as servant
washing His feet
as he would do, for them
on his last night
sharing love, servanthood
with the king, at his feet
always his disciple, his servant
anointing herself too,
in the washing of his feet
with her hair, caressing him
in a follicle towel, submitting herself
at his feet, in love
anointing, dead to the world
rising in victory
getting it right,
to serve him
March 28, 2007 9:38
Based on the sermon,
“Extravagant Love” by
the Reverend Lori Eldredge,
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH on March 25, 2007
John 12:1-8, John 13:3-17
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
In the Fall
Oh she can’t wait,
sitting so good, so quietly
but oh so expectantly
in the hallway, waiting for her turn
to apply for kindergarten
where she will be going in the fall
not next year, not today, not too soon
but, no, she is going “in the fall”
precise understanding, or at least a bit far off
her turn in the school with her big sister
hoping to follow in her footsteps
play in the same room, same teacher
longing to be big, but holding mom so close
waiting in the hallway to register
for her class to begin, in the fall
March 27, 2007 10:57
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sitting so good, so quietly
but oh so expectantly
in the hallway, waiting for her turn
to apply for kindergarten
where she will be going in the fall
not next year, not today, not too soon
but, no, she is going “in the fall”
precise understanding, or at least a bit far off
her turn in the school with her big sister
hoping to follow in her footsteps
play in the same room, same teacher
longing to be big, but holding mom so close
waiting in the hallway to register
for her class to begin, in the fall
March 27, 2007 10:57
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Saturday, March 24, 2007
It was the Leprechauns
Perfect pitch, cadence,
absolute astonishment, urgent
forthright utterance
from the mouth of the imp
A quick realization
by mom, jaw dropped,
that her hands were Kelly green
and it wouldn’t wash out
at least not right away.
Shanequa!
“No mommy, I didn’t do it;
it was the leprechauns!!”
And so it was, those rascals
who made her hands green
(and anything she touched
while they were yet wet)
March 24, 2007 17:45
(based on Shanequa’s hands
on March 16, 2007)
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absolute astonishment, urgent
forthright utterance
from the mouth of the imp
A quick realization
by mom, jaw dropped,
that her hands were Kelly green
and it wouldn’t wash out
at least not right away.
Shanequa!
“No mommy, I didn’t do it;
it was the leprechauns!!”
And so it was, those rascals
who made her hands green
(and anything she touched
while they were yet wet)
March 24, 2007 17:45
(based on Shanequa’s hands
on March 16, 2007)
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One more of the Red Tailed Hawk
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Lichen and Moss - 3/23/07
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Chalk Art - 3/23/07
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A Momentary Still-life
The oak leaf
freshly fallen
dry against the wet payment
caught where it fitfully was perched
before being grasped, propelled
lifted by the spring wind
as it was pulled from its parent
so shortly before
March 24, 2007 15:45
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freshly fallen
dry against the wet payment
caught where it fitfully was perched
before being grasped, propelled
lifted by the spring wind
as it was pulled from its parent
so shortly before
March 24, 2007 15:45
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Suede Bark
The visual texture
the fallen branch,
before she grabbed it
wielded it like a sword
Down on the ground
crouch for the closeup
see it for what it was
an arm clothed in suede
March 24, 2007 15:39
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the fallen branch,
before she grabbed it
wielded it like a sword
Down on the ground
crouch for the closeup
see it for what it was
an arm clothed in suede
March 24, 2007 15:39
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New Growth
new shoots,
yearning to grow
to gather in
March sun, warmth
after winter’s slumber
rising from the good soil
the still earth
reaching up
into the spring air
hopeful signs
of the warming coming
at the end of the season
the new birth begun
March 24, 2007 15:29
yearning to grow
to gather in
March sun, warmth
after winter’s slumber
rising from the good soil
the still earth
reaching up
into the spring air
hopeful signs
of the warming coming
at the end of the season
the new birth begun
March 24, 2007 15:29
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Opening Prayer
Sustainer God
when we are weak, you are strong
when we call on you, put our faith,
our trust in you
we can move mountains
stand strong in the face of enemies
great and small
Voices of doubt in the night
of temptations and fears that
keep us from you
Help us this night Lord
to feel your presence
to hear and heed your call
to feel your message of love and courage
trusting in our ability
when we walk with you.
Amen.
June 25, 2006 18:00
1 Samuel 17:32-49 (David and Goliath)
Matthew 17:20
Opening prayer at church for
Rejuvenation that night
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when we are weak, you are strong
when we call on you, put our faith,
our trust in you
we can move mountains
stand strong in the face of enemies
great and small
Voices of doubt in the night
of temptations and fears that
keep us from you
Help us this night Lord
to feel your presence
to hear and heed your call
to feel your message of love and courage
trusting in our ability
when we walk with you.
Amen.
June 25, 2006 18:00
1 Samuel 17:32-49 (David and Goliath)
Matthew 17:20
Opening prayer at church for
Rejuvenation that night
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Thursday, March 22, 2007
Walking into Unknowns
A precipice, a cliff,
critical decision point,
without a plan, a road map
assurances, guarantee
Needing to go beyond
the edge, steady ground
the common, the known
out onto open space
Believing the possible
within the impossible
That the past doesn’t define
the future, that more
can be done, in faith
that we can grow, achieve
be the church God wants
if we are willing,
to cast off, walk out
with eyes closed
believing without seeing
out into the unknown
March 19, 2007 20:09 & March 22, 2007 18:30
Matthew 14:22-33 & the devotional by Richard Tackett
(a monk living in the world - http://zenpilgrim.blogspot.com/),
given at the start of Church Council 3/22/07 (and no, this post
was not written after reading Richard's post of March 19 (http://zenpilgrim.blogspot.com/2007/03/into-unknown.html)
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critical decision point,
without a plan, a road map
assurances, guarantee
Needing to go beyond
the edge, steady ground
the common, the known
out onto open space
Believing the possible
within the impossible
That the past doesn’t define
the future, that more
can be done, in faith
that we can grow, achieve
be the church God wants
if we are willing,
to cast off, walk out
with eyes closed
believing without seeing
out into the unknown
March 19, 2007 20:09 & March 22, 2007 18:30
Matthew 14:22-33 & the devotional by Richard Tackett
(a monk living in the world - http://zenpilgrim.blogspot.com/),
given at the start of Church Council 3/22/07 (and no, this post
was not written after reading Richard's post of March 19 (http://zenpilgrim.blogspot.com/2007/03/into-unknown.html)
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Walking Where He Walked
Sudden epiphany, realization
warming of her spirit in the recognition
understanding the meaning in the feeling
she felt, knowing, she was walking
where he walked, sitting where he
studied Your Word, felt Your grace
was nourished, fed, went to Your table
Stirrings within her, welling up of joy
Feeling his presence, perhaps, even in his eyes
youthful eyes, in the pictures of him then
when he was growing in the spirit,
readying himself for his path, his ministry,
his trials, his sacrifices, to death
spreading the message of hope
of unity, of nonviolence,
of justice for all God’s children
in this troubled and broken land
where too many divides remain still;
so his work is not done yet; she feels the tug
the calling to justice, to equality, to equity
to dignity for all, for her children
as he did for his own, for all the children
One day the dream will be real, she knows that
feels it more acutely,
walking where he walked
March 22, 2007 9:19
on my impressions of Ruth’s statements
about being at Boston University School of Theology
yesterday, knowing that Martin Luther King, Jr.
went there too, for his doctorate.
warming of her spirit in the recognition
understanding the meaning in the feeling
she felt, knowing, she was walking
where he walked, sitting where he
studied Your Word, felt Your grace
was nourished, fed, went to Your table
Stirrings within her, welling up of joy
Feeling his presence, perhaps, even in his eyes
youthful eyes, in the pictures of him then
when he was growing in the spirit,
readying himself for his path, his ministry,
his trials, his sacrifices, to death
spreading the message of hope
of unity, of nonviolence,
of justice for all God’s children
in this troubled and broken land
where too many divides remain still;
so his work is not done yet; she feels the tug
the calling to justice, to equality, to equity
to dignity for all, for her children
as he did for his own, for all the children
One day the dream will be real, she knows that
feels it more acutely,
walking where he walked
March 22, 2007 9:19
on my impressions of Ruth’s statements
about being at Boston University School of Theology
yesterday, knowing that Martin Luther King, Jr.
went there too, for his doctorate.
&
edited
January 19, 2015
Changing
the Wind – v3
(merging
edits to original and version 2)
Edited
July 22, 2013
“changing
the wind – v2”
December 7, 2007
“changing the wind”
Based on the comments of Jim Wallis on
Speaking of Faith, November 29, 2007
He was talking about whether to change politicians
or change the wind, to change the public opinion
which guides politics. He used the example
of President Johnson’s statement to the
Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. that it would
take 5 years for a voting rights bill but
it actually took 5 months to pass the Voting Rights Act,
after the March in Selma.
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Poetry Where You Live.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Solid Water
Like solid water
firm under our feet
so we are called
walking on liquid water
as Peter did,
to believe, in faith,
to do the impossible
hearing a call
heeding His words
ignoring the winds of doubt
and walking boldly
as we all must
March 19, 2007 19:35
Matthew 14:22-33
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walking_on_water
firm under our feet
so we are called
walking on liquid water
as Peter did,
to believe, in faith,
to do the impossible
hearing a call
heeding His words
ignoring the winds of doubt
and walking boldly
as we all must
March 19, 2007 19:35
Matthew 14:22-33
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walking_on_water
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Poetry Where You Live.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Conscious Christianity
Paul called us
all of us, each one
to using our will,
our free will,
our Choice, to
Daily Discipline
walks with the word,
with God, with our brothers,
our sisters,
pray, fellowship,
service to our neighbor,
our community,
disciplines of servants
for the Master’s work
our response
to his saving grace
March 19, 2007 17:43
Philippians 3:12-4:1
Sermon “A Race Everyone Can Win”
by Rev. Peter Hey, 3/4/07
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all of us, each one
to using our will,
our free will,
our Choice, to
Daily Discipline
walks with the word,
with God, with our brothers,
our sisters,
pray, fellowship,
service to our neighbor,
our community,
disciplines of servants
for the Master’s work
our response
to his saving grace
March 19, 2007 17:43
Philippians 3:12-4:1
Sermon “A Race Everyone Can Win”
by Rev. Peter Hey, 3/4/07
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Don’t Look Back
We are forgiven, blessed by grace
able to gather the flowers and blanket
for those who complete
who finish the race
Guilt, anger, loss, regret
are cast aside; Repent
turn around
Know you are forgiven,
move forward
without looking back
New creation
within you
after accepting forgiveness
amazing grace
So run the race
without looking back
to get your reward
March 19, 2007 17:36
Philippians 3:12-4:1
Sermon “A Race Everyone Can Win”
by Rev. Peter Hey, 3/4/07
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able to gather the flowers and blanket
for those who complete
who finish the race
Guilt, anger, loss, regret
are cast aside; Repent
turn around
Know you are forgiven,
move forward
without looking back
New creation
within you
after accepting forgiveness
amazing grace
So run the race
without looking back
to get your reward
March 19, 2007 17:36
Philippians 3:12-4:1
Sermon “A Race Everyone Can Win”
by Rev. Peter Hey, 3/4/07
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Plastic Fields
Smooth plastic fields
like Scandinavian furniture
smooth, fields of snow
coatings of ice, even surfaces
unbroken glass
along the highways
above the plowspray
before the woods
unblemished fields
wrapped in plastic
March 19, 2007 17:24
like Scandinavian furniture
smooth, fields of snow
coatings of ice, even surfaces
unbroken glass
along the highways
above the plowspray
before the woods
unblemished fields
wrapped in plastic
March 19, 2007 17:24
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In Grandpa’s Arms
A special bond,
a special grace,
comfort, safety
in that special place
nestled in Grandpa’s arms
warm, secure, giggling
sharing little secrets
in the smiles in your eyes
with a special man in your life
telling stories, urgent active stories
with your sure, confident voice
stories of school, of play
sharing your day
in Grandpa’s arms
March 19, 2007 16:33
a special grace,
comfort, safety
in that special place
nestled in Grandpa’s arms
warm, secure, giggling
sharing little secrets
in the smiles in your eyes
with a special man in your life
telling stories, urgent active stories
with your sure, confident voice
stories of school, of play
sharing your day
in Grandpa’s arms
March 19, 2007 16:33
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Poetry Where You Live.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Rising to Selflessness
An earthy father,
a parable man,
forgiving his sons
for separate sins
same sins
of selfishness
greed, desires
for their rights
their things
Giving to his prodigal son
welcoming him home
at the turn in his life
Righting the balance
with his bitter son
at the welcoming
A heavenly father
in parable
wanting all sons
and daughters
to come to him
welcoming
them all
when they
return home
March 18, 2007 20:58
Based on sermon entitled “Brothers” by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
www.concordwumc.org
March 17, 2007
Luke 15:1-3; Luke 15:11b-32
a parable man,
forgiving his sons
for separate sins
same sins
of selfishness
greed, desires
for their rights
their things
Giving to his prodigal son
welcoming him home
at the turn in his life
Righting the balance
with his bitter son
at the welcoming
A heavenly father
in parable
wanting all sons
and daughters
to come to him
welcoming
them all
when they
return home
March 18, 2007 20:58
Based on sermon entitled “Brothers” by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
www.concordwumc.org
March 17, 2007
Luke 15:1-3; Luke 15:11b-32
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Poetry Where You Live.
Acknowledging Selfishness
Mine, it is mine,
give me what is mine.
How often hear that, say that,
whether in word or in action
a part of the humanness we share
is the sense, the desire, for possession
ownership, control of things, things that enable
things that glitter, things that define
power, prestige, status, immediate needs
desires, passions, coveting other things
A part of the story, the parable,
the younger brother, the older brother
the giving father, and the legacy for us
of false pursuits, forgetting the message
so long written down, because we don’t
comprehend the parables still
Pharisees and scribes not alone
in missing the point, in changing
in choosing the better path
in staying with the father
the loving parent,
wanting, giving all
to the dutiful son
and the lost son
who is found
March 18, 2007 20:53
Based on sermon entitled “Brothers” by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
March 17, 2007
Luke 15:1-3; Luke 15:11b-32
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give me what is mine.
How often hear that, say that,
whether in word or in action
a part of the humanness we share
is the sense, the desire, for possession
ownership, control of things, things that enable
things that glitter, things that define
power, prestige, status, immediate needs
desires, passions, coveting other things
A part of the story, the parable,
the younger brother, the older brother
the giving father, and the legacy for us
of false pursuits, forgetting the message
so long written down, because we don’t
comprehend the parables still
Pharisees and scribes not alone
in missing the point, in changing
in choosing the better path
in staying with the father
the loving parent,
wanting, giving all
to the dutiful son
and the lost son
who is found
March 18, 2007 20:53
Based on sermon entitled “Brothers” by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
March 17, 2007
Luke 15:1-3; Luke 15:11b-32
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A Forgiving Father
A parable of brothers
a story of our father
a love maintained, given
even when we act like he is dead to us
holding hope, open arms,
for the one who was lost
so precious in the finding
the returning home,
repenting, calling him father
once more,
with open arms
He is ready
waiting for each and every one
each precious in his sight
a loved child
to hold
March 18,
2007 20:46
a story of our father
a love maintained, given
even when we act like he is dead to us
holding hope, open arms,
for the one who was lost
so precious in the finding
the returning home,
repenting, calling him father
once more,
with open arms
He is ready
waiting for each and every one
each precious in his sight
a loved child
to hold
================
edited February 19, 2016
“A Forgiving Father – v3”
(merging edits to original and version 2)
edited after Thao Pachia
used my poem in a high school English class assignment
Edited April 23, 2013
“A Forgiving Father – v2”
after Austin Masterson
included the original in a student assignment
Roswell, NM
“A Forgiving Father”
Based on sermon entitled “Brothers”
by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church
Concord, NH
March 18, 2007
Luke 15:1-3; Luke 15:11b-32
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Poetry Where You Live.
Brothers
Brothers killing brothers,
fighting brothers, hating each other
for minor things, petty differences
selfish desires, cheap greed,
anger, position, power
oh to see the way through
to love, to forgiveness
to compassion as a father can
did in the story of the brothers
each of whom broke his heart
for what they did,
what they would not do
A world of brothers, of sisters
struggling, fighting, killing,
hating one another,
throughout the human story
near and far, a world of Cain’s
and Able’s, of Jacob’s and Esau’s
fighting, hurting each other
and their father, who wanted love
peace, harmony, caring one to the other
who wants this still, even now
for love to pervade, imbue the world
nurture and bond us together
at the end of the story
reconciliation for the brothers
March 18, 2007 20:42
Based on sermon entitled “Brothers” by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
March 17, 2007
Luke 15:1-3; Luke 15:11b-32
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fighting brothers, hating each other
for minor things, petty differences
selfish desires, cheap greed,
anger, position, power
oh to see the way through
to love, to forgiveness
to compassion as a father can
did in the story of the brothers
each of whom broke his heart
for what they did,
what they would not do
A world of brothers, of sisters
struggling, fighting, killing,
hating one another,
throughout the human story
near and far, a world of Cain’s
and Able’s, of Jacob’s and Esau’s
fighting, hurting each other
and their father, who wanted love
peace, harmony, caring one to the other
who wants this still, even now
for love to pervade, imbue the world
nurture and bond us together
at the end of the story
reconciliation for the brothers
March 18, 2007 20:42
Based on sermon entitled “Brothers” by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
March 17, 2007
Luke 15:1-3; Luke 15:11b-32
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A Grain Offering
An anonymous reciprocal
grain offering, giving in love
for the brother, who each
believed more deserving,
more worthy for the gift
of a bit of flour
milled in their work
given in stealth, in the dark,
in love for their brother.
How wonderful an example
woven into the story of brothers
the struggle of competition
of war and bitterness,
an example of love instead
of thinking of your brother first
giving from the heart
without hope of reward
an example of love
for our brothers and sisters
we can all use
March 17, 2007 20:10
Based on sermon entitled “Brothers” by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
March 17, 2007
Luke 15:1-3; Luke 15:11b-32
(see also the text starting in the 9th paragraph about the old Jewish story
of two brothers in the flour milling: http://www.day1.net/index.php5?view=transcripts&tid=24)
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grain offering, giving in love
for the brother, who each
believed more deserving,
more worthy for the gift
of a bit of flour
milled in their work
given in stealth, in the dark,
in love for their brother.
How wonderful an example
woven into the story of brothers
the struggle of competition
of war and bitterness,
an example of love instead
of thinking of your brother first
giving from the heart
without hope of reward
an example of love
for our brothers and sisters
we can all use
March 17, 2007 20:10
Based on sermon entitled “Brothers” by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
March 17, 2007
Luke 15:1-3; Luke 15:11b-32
(see also the text starting in the 9th paragraph about the old Jewish story
of two brothers in the flour milling: http://www.day1.net/index.php5?view=transcripts&tid=24)
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Oh Church
The pastor, speaking
in parables, and more directly
to the congregation itself
to brothers and sisters
of the same cloth, the same faith,
the same community
separated from one another
pulling in different directions
not forgiving the differences
older brothers and younger ones
seeing the future in different shades
different colors, roads to travel
callings from the Spirit
needing to bond, to mend,
to heal, to reconcile still
while we can, before the distance
grows too great,
the wounds too deep
schism to be avoided
with forgiving hearts
we can
March 18, 2007 20:15
Based on sermon entitled “Brothers” by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
March 17, 2007
Luke 15:1-3; Luke 15:11b-32
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in parables, and more directly
to the congregation itself
to brothers and sisters
of the same cloth, the same faith,
the same community
separated from one another
pulling in different directions
not forgiving the differences
older brothers and younger ones
seeing the future in different shades
different colors, roads to travel
callings from the Spirit
needing to bond, to mend,
to heal, to reconcile still
while we can, before the distance
grows too great,
the wounds too deep
schism to be avoided
with forgiving hearts
we can
March 18, 2007 20:15
Based on sermon entitled “Brothers” by the Reverend Peter Hey,
Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH
March 17, 2007
Luke 15:1-3; Luke 15:11b-32
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Saturday, March 17, 2007
Un Pedacito Minúsculo Del Pусский
If only I were a shock-worker,
how well would I live
or so my little bit of Russian would say
scraps of the first class, all that is left
remains of two semesters
of a language with a different alphabet
strange characters, home of
wonderful literature, rich culture
tormented Lost Souls,
where the great rivers ran
and symphonies roar
Oh to remember a scrap of the learning
so long ago, when I learned
“Как живут ударники?
Ударники живут хорошо.
How do shock-workers live?
Shock-workers live well.”
March 17, 2007 16:37
http://www.languagehat.com/archives/002512.php
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how well would I live
or so my little bit of Russian would say
scraps of the first class, all that is left
remains of two semesters
of a language with a different alphabet
strange characters, home of
wonderful literature, rich culture
tormented Lost Souls,
where the great rivers ran
and symphonies roar
Oh to remember a scrap of the learning
so long ago, when I learned
“Как живут ударники?
Ударники живут хорошо.
How do shock-workers live?
Shock-workers live well.”
March 17, 2007 16:37
http://www.languagehat.com/archives/002512.php
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Down by the River
Down by the river,
we played, dreamed, explored
alone and together,
bikes left by the rock piles,
Climbing, hiking, claiming land
wading, splashing, damming
the river, catching tiny fish
dirty water, runoff water,
scales of gray muck
undulating in the current
slippery under foot
Rafts, bombs (well rocks actually),
testing the mettle
of the GI Joe’s
their armies across
the wide stream
Generals, scouts,
Lewis and Clarks
in the making
being kids, being boys
down by the river
March 17, 2007 12:18
down by the Little River in Westfield, MA,
below Squawfield Road
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we played, dreamed, explored
alone and together,
bikes left by the rock piles,
Climbing, hiking, claiming land
wading, splashing, damming
the river, catching tiny fish
dirty water, runoff water,
scales of gray muck
undulating in the current
slippery under foot
Rafts, bombs (well rocks actually),
testing the mettle
of the GI Joe’s
their armies across
the wide stream
Generals, scouts,
Lewis and Clarks
in the making
being kids, being boys
down by the river
March 17, 2007 12:18
down by the Little River in Westfield, MA,
below Squawfield Road
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White Sands
Dunes of white
greet my gaze
from my office window
snow drifted in the lee
of the third story,
the slate roof,
down on the roof below
white dunes, calling
squirrel surfers
reptilian, snakes
to course across it
like in nature films
of the dry deserts
around the globe
caught in moving
sands of white
in the building,
shifting winds
after the Nor’easter
brought a joke
a challenge
this St. Patty’s ‘morn
March 17, 2007 11:38
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greet my gaze
from my office window
snow drifted in the lee
of the third story,
the slate roof,
down on the roof below
white dunes, calling
squirrel surfers
reptilian, snakes
to course across it
like in nature films
of the dry deserts
around the globe
caught in moving
sands of white
in the building,
shifting winds
after the Nor’easter
brought a joke
a challenge
this St. Patty’s ‘morn
March 17, 2007 11:38
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Dance of the Bubbles
A watched pot,
beginning to boil
growing bubbles in the dimples
the Teflon surface
called to the ball,
to dance, merge, join
with each other,
twirl and whirl,
glide and slide
across the floor
to the syncopated tempo,
frantic motion,
frenetic energy,
ready to rise
to swirl to the surface,
explode free,
up into the air
beginning to boil
growing bubbles in the dimples
the Teflon surface
called to the ball,
to dance, merge, join
with each other,
twirl and whirl,
glide and slide
across the floor
to the syncopated tempo,
frantic motion,
frenetic energy,
ready to rise
to swirl to the surface,
explode free,
up into the air
March 17,
2007 10:42
Dance of the Bubbles
(Ray and Ruth – for the title)
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Thursday, March 15, 2007
A Harvest of Figs
Some much meaning
layers of meaning
in the words of a fruitless fig
bearing fruit in the minds
of the readers, the saints
over the millennia,
those who followed
the earliest listeners,
those who heard his words
his parable for them
for us too
a harvest of fruits
in the learning, the study
the unraveling of
the mystery of parable
for each one a journey
bearing fruits
all along the way
March 15, 2007 14:24
Luke 13:6-9
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layers of meaning
in the words of a fruitless fig
bearing fruit in the minds
of the readers, the saints
over the millennia,
those who followed
the earliest listeners,
those who heard his words
his parable for them
for us too
a harvest of fruits
in the learning, the study
the unraveling of
the mystery of parable
for each one a journey
bearing fruits
all along the way
March 15, 2007 14:24
Luke 13:6-9
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A Different Fig Tree
A different messiah
without armies or power
came to be planted
in the soil of the owner
given love and care
by the gardener
who served the owners
of the land, the land
given by the gardener
Impatient for change
ready to give up
to cut down
to cast off
the humble
fruitless
tree
Reprieve
only temporary
before the roots were cut
with the ax, the nails, the thorns, the crown
the cross on the hill, at the end of
the temporary reprieve
because the owners
were impatient
and they
wanted
instant
fruit
March 15, 2007 14:09
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without armies or power
came to be planted
in the soil of the owner
given love and care
by the gardener
who served the owners
of the land, the land
given by the gardener
Impatient for change
ready to give up
to cut down
to cast off
the humble
fruitless
tree
Reprieve
only temporary
before the roots were cut
with the ax, the nails, the thorns, the crown
the cross on the hill, at the end of
the temporary reprieve
because the owners
were impatient
and they
wanted
instant
fruit
March 15, 2007 14:09
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Parable Reading
Different messages,
interpretations, well up
within the readers, messages
ideas, thoughts, imagery
of prophets and law givers
of owners, trees, gardens
and gardeners
who are the parts
really about
who is the story for
and will they listen
for the deeper meaning
behind the parables
March 15, 2007 13:58
Luke 13:6-9
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interpretations, well up
within the readers, messages
ideas, thoughts, imagery
of prophets and law givers
of owners, trees, gardens
and gardeners
who are the parts
really about
who is the story for
and will they listen
for the deeper meaning
behind the parables
March 15, 2007 13:58
Luke 13:6-9
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Fig Tree
Oh change your ways
you dead, dying tree
turn from your thoughts
law alone, hear, heed
the new soil, the prophets,
the way, the new soil
new food, the gardener gives
feel the new message,
new call, new food
feed your trunk,
your branches
your flowers, your leaves
bear fruit of the new soil
new covenant
new food
March 15, 2007 13:54
Luke 13:6-9
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you dead, dying tree
turn from your thoughts
law alone, hear, heed
the new soil, the prophets,
the way, the new soil
new food, the gardener gives
feel the new message,
new call, new food
feed your trunk,
your branches
your flowers, your leaves
bear fruit of the new soil
new covenant
new food
March 15, 2007 13:54
Luke 13:6-9
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The Faithful Gardener
An unhappy owner
a fallow tree
a worthy gardener
not giving up
not yet, on his charge
to care and to nurture
to feed and to water
prune and prepare
for another chance to grow
to respond to the
food in the message
to turn from the past
to grow in the light
respond to the care
of the gardener
before the judgment
by the owner
and the fire
March 15, 2007 13:47
Luke 13:6-9
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a fallow tree
a worthy gardener
not giving up
not yet, on his charge
to care and to nurture
to feed and to water
prune and prepare
for another chance to grow
to respond to the
food in the message
to turn from the past
to grow in the light
respond to the care
of the gardener
before the judgment
by the owner
and the fire
March 15, 2007 13:47
Luke 13:6-9
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The Chosen Fig Trees
Fruitless figs
in the yard of the landowner
ready for the ax
not living to their potential
with loving hands
hands of the gardener
they were given reprieve
a chance, to live
bear fruit again
before the ax and the fire
if they stayed fruitless
after further feeding
March 15, 2007 13:42
Luke 13:6-9
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in the yard of the landowner
ready for the ax
not living to their potential
with loving hands
hands of the gardener
they were given reprieve
a chance, to live
bear fruit again
before the ax and the fire
if they stayed fruitless
after further feeding
March 15, 2007 13:42
Luke 13:6-9
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I am a Fig Tree
I need the gardener
to feed my roots,
to bring water and light
protection from the
owner of the yard,
where I am planted
More help, care
to bear good fruits,
in the place where
I have been planted,
placed by the owner
needing the gardener
to thrive
March 15, 2007 13:36
Luke 13:6-9
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to feed my roots,
to bring water and light
protection from the
owner of the yard,
where I am planted
More help, care
to bear good fruits,
in the place where
I have been planted,
placed by the owner
needing the gardener
to thrive
March 15, 2007 13:36
Luke 13:6-9
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A Fruitless Tree
A tree, not bearing fruit
A landowner impatient,
ready to pass judgment,
A gardener, ready to work,
asking for more time,
to nurture and feed
the fruitless tree
Who are the players,
the actors in the parable
the tree, the landowner,
and the gardener?
We aren’t told,
but it is a very telling story
for the lessons it can teach
about so many things
March 15, 2007 13:22
Luke 13:6-9
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A landowner impatient,
ready to pass judgment,
A gardener, ready to work,
asking for more time,
to nurture and feed
the fruitless tree
Who are the players,
the actors in the parable
the tree, the landowner,
and the gardener?
We aren’t told,
but it is a very telling story
for the lessons it can teach
about so many things
March 15, 2007 13:22
Luke 13:6-9
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Whoa!
Whoa!
or so she said
in that perfect
five-year old way,
“that’s a lot of peanuts!”
she marveled,
in her way, showing
just the right amount
of shock and awe,
as her little arms
hoisted the 5 pound bag
of “jumbo” peanuts
for our friends the squirrels
down from the counter
“They’re heavy!”
she said, as she lugged them
to the closet,
before the first feeding
of our particular squirrels,
out in the warming yard
March 15, 2007 13:15
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or so she said
in that perfect
five-year old way,
“that’s a lot of peanuts!”
she marveled,
in her way, showing
just the right amount
of shock and awe,
as her little arms
hoisted the 5 pound bag
of “jumbo” peanuts
for our friends the squirrels
down from the counter
“They’re heavy!”
she said, as she lugged them
to the closet,
before the first feeding
of our particular squirrels,
out in the warming yard
March 15, 2007 13:15
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Ready Daddy for Picture Day
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In the Lee
Around town,
as the snow melted in the yards,
by the streets,
browning white
Pristine white remained
cloistered, away from arms’ reach
high above,
in the lee of dormers,
crevasses in roofs, the lee of the
angles, pitch, on the flashing
high above, pockets
of clean white snow
March 15, 2007 9:17
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as the snow melted in the yards,
by the streets,
browning white
Pristine white remained
cloistered, away from arms’ reach
high above,
in the lee of dormers,
crevasses in roofs, the lee of the
angles, pitch, on the flashing
high above, pockets
of clean white snow
March 15, 2007 9:17
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Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Poetry that gave commentary to a picture
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Fisheye - commentary
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Sunday, March 11, 2007
A Tale of Two Tuesdays
It was a great day, it was a lousy day
to be in the academy
She snarled, they barked
at the other
would
that the answer
was clear to naked eyes
on whose perception was real
which view of the facts held water
Where fault lies dark, eluding
definition, conclusions
or where it boldly asserts
its sway over the facts of the day
the truth to be discerned, like tea leaves
read by the sages, unraveling tangled
tortured logic in the argument left
unresolved, unmet needs
hang heavy in the air
begging for solution
clarity, ending
where it began
with opinion,
perception
of Tuesday
March 10, 2007 14:42,
edited March 11, 2007 23:09
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to be in the academy
She snarled, they barked
at the other
would
that the answer
was clear to naked eyes
on whose perception was real
which view of the facts held water
Where fault lies dark, eluding
definition, conclusions
or where it boldly asserts
its sway over the facts of the day
the truth to be discerned, like tea leaves
read by the sages, unraveling tangled
tortured logic in the argument left
unresolved, unmet needs
hang heavy in the air
begging for solution
clarity, ending
where it began
with opinion,
perception
of Tuesday
March 10, 2007 14:42,
edited March 11, 2007 23:09
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Urban Ornaments
Sneakers on wires,
trash in trees
urban ornaments
overhead
drawing eyes upward
away from the litter,
the flotsam and jetsam
of the city landscape
behind the buildings
in the alleys
by the dumpsters
forgotten exteriors
behind the facades
of renewal
open for all to see
The unmet needs
the hidden reality
with homeless,
those who look
for aluminum cans
behind the veneer
in the city, below
the urban ornaments
March 11, 2007 23:06
trash in trees
urban ornaments
overhead
drawing eyes upward
away from the litter,
the flotsam and jetsam
of the city landscape
behind the buildings
in the alleys
by the dumpsters
forgotten exteriors
behind the facades
of renewal
open for all to see
The unmet needs
the hidden reality
with homeless,
those who look
for aluminum cans
behind the veneer
in the city, below
the urban ornaments
March 11, 2007 23:06
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Closer and Closer
He seemed so complacent
in the hot August sun
on the barrier islands
not moving at all
basking in the warm air
A cameraman without much sense
approached his quarry
without real stealth
much less guile
Focusing as best he could
the leathery skin coming into view
a lens for bringing in close
the further away
But that didn’t last long
as the image grew and grew
even as I crab-walked backwards
up the embankment
as fast as I could move
So I wouldn’t be his lunch
March 11, 2007 22:12
An agitated Alligator
Hilton Head Island, August 1988
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in the hot August sun
on the barrier islands
not moving at all
basking in the warm air
A cameraman without much sense
approached his quarry
without real stealth
much less guile
Focusing as best he could
the leathery skin coming into view
a lens for bringing in close
the further away
But that didn’t last long
as the image grew and grew
even as I crab-walked backwards
up the embankment
as fast as I could move
So I wouldn’t be his lunch
March 11, 2007 22:12
An agitated Alligator
Hilton Head Island, August 1988
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Dust on the Pictures
Memories fade,
distances grow,
dust builds
on the pictures,
the moment of our lives
accumulate, separate
our pasts from our present
life picks up the pace
each day less of our life’s journey
moving quicker and quicker
as each day fills
dust on the pictures
of our lives
on the mantle,
the wall, the table
in our hearts
Pull them out,
dust them off
reflect and remember
maybe give a call
send a letter
to the loved ones
in the pictures
March 11, 2007 22:04
distances grow,
dust builds
on the pictures,
the moment of our lives
accumulate, separate
our pasts from our present
life picks up the pace
each day less of our life’s journey
moving quicker and quicker
as each day fills
dust on the pictures
of our lives
on the mantle,
the wall, the table
in our hearts
Pull them out,
dust them off
reflect and remember
maybe give a call
send a letter
to the loved ones
in the pictures
March 11, 2007 22:04
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Live.
A Broken Loaf
On the altar of His table
as the pastor held up His cup
Two halves of
the broken loaf
the torn, rent, bread
a symbol of the pain,
His sacrifice
for our saving
on the cross
Causing reflection
remembrance
Brining Christ once more
into our presence
Before we come
to His table
March 11, 2007 21:55
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as the pastor held up His cup
Two halves of
the broken loaf
the torn, rent, bread
a symbol of the pain,
His sacrifice
for our saving
on the cross
Causing reflection
remembrance
Brining Christ once more
into our presence
Before we come
to His table
March 11, 2007 21:55
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Pizza for Dinner
On another night, the choice,
the decision, would not seem so odd
pizza for dinner, what could be wrong
But, where we were, when we were
that made the difference,
calling our choice into question,
at odds with the common view,
the meal of choice, that night
For the place was the coast
in summer, on vacation,
and we chose pizza,
pepperoni pizza
rather than the red,
clawed and tailed,
crustaceans
everyone else devoured
that night
We weren’t
that hungry
March 11, 2007 15:40
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the decision, would not seem so odd
pizza for dinner, what could be wrong
But, where we were, when we were
that made the difference,
calling our choice into question,
at odds with the common view,
the meal of choice, that night
For the place was the coast
in summer, on vacation,
and we chose pizza,
pepperoni pizza
rather than the red,
clawed and tailed,
crustaceans
everyone else devoured
that night
We weren’t
that hungry
March 11, 2007 15:40
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A Crystal Radio
It sat carefully
on the one-inch thick
pine board
Dials and coils and resistors
combined to catch sound
from the ether
crackling, fleeting sound
Something he had made
long before
with his own hands,
kept and held for other fingers
to see the sunlight again
out in our backyard
marveling at his industry
his skill, to tease music
from the air
March 11, 2007 15:29
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on the one-inch thick
pine board
Dials and coils and resistors
combined to catch sound
from the ether
crackling, fleeting sound
Something he had made
long before
with his own hands,
kept and held for other fingers
to see the sunlight again
out in our backyard
marveling at his industry
his skill, to tease music
from the air
March 11, 2007 15:29
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A Lobster Pot
A lobster pot
tossed by the sea
onto the rocks
wedged in the jetty
between the boulders
of the breakwater
pristine, but barnacled,
seaweeded, lost, adrift
crashed where we found it
in the jagged wet rocks,
on the Maine coast
that long ago summer
climbing down among the stones
to bring it up, into the light
no minor feat
Lug the dead weight
down the jetty,
to the beach
abandon our find,
our catch
to true owners
claiming their rights
as we left the rocks
and touched the sand
March 11, 2007 15:23
tossed by the sea
onto the rocks
wedged in the jetty
between the boulders
of the breakwater
pristine, but barnacled,
seaweeded, lost, adrift
crashed where we found it
in the jagged wet rocks,
on the Maine coast
that long ago summer
climbing down among the stones
to bring it up, into the light
no minor feat
Lug the dead weight
down the jetty,
to the beach
abandon our find,
our catch
to true owners
claiming their rights
as we left the rocks
and touched the sand
March 11, 2007 15:23
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Saturday, March 10, 2007
Snow in the Valleys
snow seen in the valleys
off the highway
down below, the road I traveled
by the brooks, cling to the grasses,
pillows on rocks
slabs of snow on the brook
ready to fall in,
mingle with the running water
head downstream
to the sea, long downstream
white still, remaining
long after the graying
of closer snow
March 10, 2007 14:48
off the highway
down below, the road I traveled
by the brooks, cling to the grasses,
pillows on rocks
slabs of snow on the brook
ready to fall in,
mingle with the running water
head downstream
to the sea, long downstream
white still, remaining
long after the graying
of closer snow
March 10, 2007 14:48
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A Glint of Christmas
March light hitting
a string of small
white Christmas lights
green wire, trying to blend in
with the branches, ready for budding
a crackle of light, glinting off the bulbs
almost alive with the incandescence
briefly captured, on the way
by them in the yard
on the crab apple
March 10, 2007 10:59
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a string of small
white Christmas lights
green wire, trying to blend in
with the branches, ready for budding
a crackle of light, glinting off the bulbs
almost alive with the incandescence
briefly captured, on the way
by them in the yard
on the crab apple
March 10, 2007 10:59
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Friday, March 09, 2007
John Wesley
Justifying grace
Open for all
He came for this
None one is excluded
We can choose to follow
Everyone is guilty
Sin is our nature
Learn to repent of your past
Eyes on the savior
You are saved by His grace
March 9, 2007 9:32
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Open for all
He came for this
None one is excluded
We can choose to follow
Everyone is guilty
Sin is our nature
Learn to repent of your past
Eyes on the savior
You are saved by His grace
March 9, 2007 9:32
http://gbgm-umc.org/umw/wesley/walk.stm
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Thursday, March 08, 2007
Faith
Feeling a closeness to the Creator
Anticipating the good news
In all things, believing in the unseen
Turning away from your former path
Hearing the still small voice within you
March 8, 2007 11:37
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Anticipating the good news
In all things, believing in the unseen
Turning away from your former path
Hearing the still small voice within you
March 8, 2007 11:37
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Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Love – 2
Lay down beside you
Open my heart
Value your presence
Ever hold you close
March 7, 2007 6:47
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Open my heart
Value your presence
Ever hold you close
March 7, 2007 6:47
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Love - 1
Live humbly
Open yourself for others
Victory over prejudice
Everyone deserving
March 6, 2007 18:57
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Open yourself for others
Victory over prejudice
Everyone deserving
March 6, 2007 18:57
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Love – 4
Let the prophesies be fulfilled
One pure life for all
Valued Son of God
Emmanuel in us
March 7, 2007 8:43
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One pure life for all
Valued Son of God
Emmanuel in us
March 7, 2007 8:43
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Indwelling
Into my heart
Nourish me
Desire Your presence
Wisdom grows
Eternal life our promise
Live in me
Learn Your lessons
Imitate the Master
Nearer to You may I walk
God in three
March 7, 2007 7:52
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Nourish me
Desire Your presence
Wisdom grows
Eternal life our promise
Live in me
Learn Your lessons
Imitate the Master
Nearer to You may I walk
God in three
March 7, 2007 7:52
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Love – 3
Leave hearth and home
One where there were two
Venture forth in faith
Evermore shall we be together
March 7, 2007 7:40
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One where there were two
Venture forth in faith
Evermore shall we be together
March 7, 2007 7:40
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Live
Let no day be wasted
Imagine the possibilities
Value the people in your life
Enjoy all the moments
March 7, 2007 6:15
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Imagine the possibilities
Value the people in your life
Enjoy all the moments
March 7, 2007 6:15
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Spirit
Soaring over the maddening throng
Penetrate the layers of my heart
Inspire me to reach the heights
Restore my soul
Indwell within me
Teach me His ways
March 7, 2007 6:50
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Penetrate the layers of my heart
Inspire me to reach the heights
Restore my soul
Indwell within me
Teach me His ways
March 7, 2007 6:50
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Peace
Practice kindness to all
Exhibit the best of your nature
At one with the universe
Called from ages past,
Echoes of the creation
March 6, 2007 19:42
Posted March 7, 2007 at 8:44am
Found by a www.google.com search for "Peace" on 3/7/07 at 8:57am
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Exhibit the best of your nature
At one with the universe
Called from ages past,
Echoes of the creation
March 6, 2007 19:42
Posted March 7, 2007 at 8:44am
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Tuesday, March 06, 2007
The Crawlspace - 2
There was a crawlspace
under the addition,
the master bedroom,
a small cut out
into the larger basement,
maybe three feet high
A maw about eye level,
for a eight year old
not full sized, dry dirt and rock
large smooth rock floor
a great place for army men,
Tonka trucks,
and lots of spiders
An opening too
for curtains and shows
with imagination
and imaginary partners
March 6, 2007 16:16
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under the addition,
the master bedroom,
a small cut out
into the larger basement,
maybe three feet high
A maw about eye level,
for a eight year old
not full sized, dry dirt and rock
large smooth rock floor
a great place for army men,
Tonka trucks,
and lots of spiders
An opening too
for curtains and shows
with imagination
and imaginary partners
March 6, 2007 16:16
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Cup
Waiting for the cup,
the blood of Christ
symbolized in the grape juice
kneeling at the rail
waiting my turn
a piece of bread sits
in the cup of my hands
gingerly held up
in prayerful silence
waiting for the cup,
the blood of Christ
to dip, to eat
the holy meal
in repentance,
in remembrance
The juice, rich and thick
drips onto my hands,
I drink it all in
from the cup of my hands
in prayerful silence
March 6, 2007 10:26
the blood of Christ
symbolized in the grape juice
kneeling at the rail
waiting my turn
a piece of bread sits
in the cup of my hands
gingerly held up
in prayerful silence
waiting for the cup,
the blood of Christ
to dip, to eat
the holy meal
in repentance,
in remembrance
The juice, rich and thick
drips onto my hands,
I drink it all in
from the cup of my hands
in prayerful silence
March 6, 2007 10:26
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