Writing
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In the great silence the flowers seeded and grew, the rain fell, the land took a breath, exhaled. The sun turned on its wheel heedless to the forecast doom. more»
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And while we seek a healer or rider on the horizon, God plants himself as a diamond laid down in the rough. more»
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God, my God of birth pangs and pain that finds release... more»
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Let yourself tremble, shake like the windblown leaf, speak your truth. more»
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The shelter of the cocoon provides the supports that aid our healing. Before we ascend, we must kneel and bend to get the uplift desired. more»
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Peace must start here. In the battlefield of our hearts, where our wills seek their way and our wants collide with others. more»
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But we must be careful to not too soon forget, the one to whose feet we bring our treasures. more»
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Sunday morning's promise of life is as open as our hearts... more»
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Has God forgotten the children, has he left and turned out the light? Can we believe to find him in the darkness, can the children see him at all? more»
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My God is the God of silent things. Wombs. Passages in the dark. more»
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This will pass like the sun rising. This will pass like a breath of wind across the face of a leaf... more»
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Sunday morning Dawns anew in the blue of my heart... more»