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My Father’s Land

In my father's land are streets paved with gold - serenading many mansions Mine is the beauty on the hill on the edge of a magical lake that cradles the moon and reflects the night sky Fireflies delight in painting... Continue Reading →

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The Gulf

the scorching passion of a thousand flaming suns can't propel me to where my first sorry tale was spun where bucking wild horses failed to meet my eye and deeply buried secrets-under wraps just lie where an impassable gulf is... Continue Reading →

Seize the Day…All of it!

How easy it is to be swept through a day...to be buried under a tsunami of worries and chores. We each cope differently with this stress..some better than others. I've learned that if I don't harness my mind to gain... Continue Reading →

S’all Good!

When I looked at this picture I was fascinated by the gentleman's stoicism, despite being uncoupled from his body! Then it struck me...John the Baptist had this problem. He'd sent word out to his cousin (Jesus) to spring him from... Continue Reading →

Spirit of Day

A day wakes up...sleepy- eyed It’s vision blurred by yesterday’s woes Heavy- hearted it shakes loose of its bindings determined to make the most of itself It calls out to cerulean blue and sings the name of sunny sky These... Continue Reading →

The Key

There's a clue in here if you look carefully ...so many keys and so many locks yet none a perfect fit Would that we could read these signs before trying to bend others to our will If we cared enough... Continue Reading →

Weapons for Life

I speak often of life being violent -how it slaps and kicks and is ever ready to trip But I’ve changed my perspective It’s not how hard you’re hit It’s more about the strength of your inner core the bulking... Continue Reading →

Facewash

If she had dared consider her plight she would’ve given in to anguish at the dashing of her dreams   her voice would thicken with emotion if she’d dared to speak and her fears would’ve destroyed her   Time had... Continue Reading →

The Stalker

Mortality stalks me like a doe in the forest searching for 'mother' A flash - a glance not quite there- but there hidden among the trees When I move- it moves mirroring my steps so near - so far edging... Continue Reading →

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