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Beat your plowshares into swords and your pruning hooks into spears; Let the weak say, “I am a mighty man.” – Joel 3:10 .. Let’s say these scars are the places the sun shines through. The places the world … Continue reading
… we dance in bubbled skin, gossamer-grin shimmered strong; twist all day long with clouds. spill loud. we giggle, spring-drizzle our storm-bliss on hungry tongues; spice sky with jars of whisper. kiss dawn. we’re (wanted) haunted shadow-souls breathed brilliant blue … Continue reading
My City is aching. It’s taking one breath at a time, holding love at center and knowing ……………..it’s enough. My City is reeling, kneeling. Begging for healing and a glimpse of something that just might be Light. ………………………..We fight. Name … Continue reading
… She’s wearing her blue dress, the best one she owns and she knows it’s still not good enough but it’s all she’s got – that and a smile. And the man asks how to spell her name, and it … Continue reading
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen. – Hebrews 11:1 .. Except that hope just feels like …..w a i t i n g ant- i ci … Continue reading
(an ovillejo) .. .. Some small, unbroken begun bliss – …and in this: the moon’s a smile, a curved-fine …shadowed line. This slivered shining world apart …might find your heart smoothed into something new to start. Hold onto filament of … Continue reading
.. we quench our thirst with feathered spell, and poems fall like early flowers. ..