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 Sometimes, you don't need the one who brings you shelter, But the one who chooses to stand beside you in the rain. Not the hand that... [read more] |
 Sleep is sacred So I keep it close As I wake Warm as a white down comforter Heavy on my stomach I look out the morning window The woo... [read more] |
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Today I’m grateful every time the child I once was decides to visit me… The one who loved to ride a bike out in the rain… or climb to... [read more] |
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May we be blessed as we age before this world it’s our time to depart… that the wrinkles which inevitably find their way upon our ski... [read more] |
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She delivered the Christ Child at a specific, historical time and place; now she also helps us in our need by delivering Her triumphant Son'... [read more] |
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When I look into a mirror these days…my old face is what I see… and many is the day I wonder…how this came to be. As I l... [read more] |
 A skull reflected in tangled grass — a fleeting moment bridging endings and beginnings. Photo by Nik on Unsplash ... [read more] |
 Stars burn, but wounds of light remain, While hands grasp for what won’t sustain. The night calls sharp, to where visions r... [read more] |
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Now that the fog of neurologic pain has been wiped away. much remains for me to do and say; and much remains about which I must pray. But I... [read more] |
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Four ways to view a soul: each fragment a path, each reflection a different truth. Placeholder image by Midjourney v7. Schrödinger Solilo... [read more] |
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WE JUST MUST LEARN TO TRUST WHAT'S DISCUSSED TURNS TO DUST UNLESS WE CONSCIOUSLY CHOOSE TO SEE WHAT WE NEED WHEN WE READ TO SUCCEED AND PROC... [read more] |
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Finding solace under the Southern Cross, where memory becomes a constellation. Image by Midjourney v7. Between Broken Paths and Star... [read more] |
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As the cloud rose, my uncle summoned a slave to put his shoes on him, and bind them. I remained barefoot beneath my dressing gown's fl... [read more] |
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Lord, I know the final version must be Starward-Led: You have brought me to this change, from Your Throne of Grace in Heaven. And if I am to... [read more] |
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The stark reality of loss, and the heavy silence that follows. (August Friedrich Schenck, ‘Anguish’) The Carrion Sky... [read more] |