Random snowflakes mix with the rain pounding
on our roof,
dancing off the pavement
as the wind stirs
the pine trees.
I pull back from the window
and I realize
it’s time for my favorite book,
and a cup
of Irish breakfast tea.
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In the spring woods, listening to the water dancing,
we can see more clearly to the other side
a spirit vision through the water,
through the mist
of battle scars.
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During this thanksgiving season Lord God, we lift up
to you all those oppressed in our world,
the victims of war, refugees,
all those who mourn, grieving
deeply in their spirits,
those with little or no food
to eat, those that are sick
and lacking medical care,
please work in these areas,
in physical and in tangible ways,
as in the days of old.
Pull us through the darkness,
and out into the light.
Help us Lord God to be lights too
with whatever hope we can offer.
We know You can do this
Lord God, and so we humbly ask.
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When our body is worn, our bones deeply imbedded with fog,
our spirits can be lifted, with encouraging words.
I have really been under the weather lately, feeling miserable (physically). When my wife tells me I need to take a break, I know it’s for real. So even though I have words stirring within, I will be visiting you less, just for a couple of days. And yes, My Love did fix me some wonderful chicken noodle soup! I’m a blessed man and I know it.
See you soon. Peace.
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“When the heart is full of love and struggling, one hint
is enough to understand each other.”
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I have no words for when madmen open fire. But perhaps, if we pray and weep together, it will draw us closer. Rest in peace dear ones, and may your families and friends receive comfort. God please help us.
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