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gape
Indiana
This year I’m craving an intimate Christmas. Just me, settling down with my Jesus, alone. I’ll light a candle, and sit at the table. I’ll eat a sumptuous supper for one. I’ll listen to music about His arrival. I’ll wonder at prophecies finally come true. I’ll ponder the star in the cold dark sky distance, and realize that I long to follow it too. I’ll thank Him, for blessings He’s heaped on me daily; and those yet wrapped, waiting by tomorrow’s tree. We’ll laugh at some memories. Weep over sorrows, and smile at the children all wiggly with glee. My spirit is starved for this intimate Christmas. Just Mary, and Joseph, a shepherd or two, and me sitting cross-legged in straw by a manger in love, and in wonder such love could be true! What joy, as I anticipate such a Christmas: The music of centuries, silent, and free! Intense hours have rendered each peace-filled one sacred. This year, I need solitude: Jesus, and me.
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Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
Intimate Christmas
The crises come O thick and fast! And each I meet with less finesse than that with which I met the last !
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Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC
Drat!
Persist! No tear is ever lost in weather. No prayer is ever asked in vain. No drop of love is ever wasted. They buoy us in the midst of pain. Kind words build walls against depression. One voice can fill the void with praise. Too-small gestures lift a nation. Wee things count! Fill up your days.
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
Persist
March Under the wind, a bass drum roar! Spring! bubbling up from the wells of the deep! A sigh in the trees, still muffled with sleep. Echoes that roll from Earth’s underground store. Toss to bare branches the windborne sound. Though deathly silent beneath our feet, wrapped in white like a winding sheet, Winter broods bitterly over the ground, a pulse is quickening far below and a scent in the air...and we know, we know...
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Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 8:47 PM UTC
March from Songs the Trees Sing
I am alone inside my head. I am alone upon my bed. I am alone deep in my pain, alone with things I cannot change. My Lord, are You still with me? When I'm alone? Be one Person I can keep. Be beside me as I sleep. Help me bear the hurt and fear. O bring me people to be near! My Lord, Promise You'll be here when I'm alone! "Behold, I am with you always, even to the end of the world!" Rev.
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Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
Those who mourn
A blot of lonely on the rain-torn street.    Old       and brooding.     Weary. My love!       But let the storm beat down on you— I cannot come to button up your coat. ...Why?   I sleep, and can’t remember.
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Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 12:13 AM UTC
Blot
Daughter Across one thousand miles of wire your counterfeit smile races grips my throat smirking like the enemy: Hand of my flesh Reaching from the phone Slathering fashionable lies. I need to bathe. I ache to smash the ****** receiver now To hold until I crush You My beloved Mirror... This mirror where I used to find my self
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Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC
Daughter