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Tuesday Poem/Journeying Through Lent: I Will
I will kneel at the closed stone door And survive the pain of the meek and poor, Until His light shines upon my face, Filling my spirit with warmth and grace. I will alone walk down a dark path, Knowing in my heart that He who hath Adorn mercy and unconditional love Shall send…
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Poetry Tuesday/Blogmas 2018 – Day 25 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018 – Christmas Truth
During this special time of year, We hold our loved ones dear. To give a gift is better than to receive. In true spirit, we believe The greater meaning of the season, The central meaning and reason Is Jesus’s birth On this earth. Like the babe wrapped up warm, We can weather any storm If…
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Poetry Tuesday – The Greatest Gift
Everyone gathered, young and old, Around the Christmas tree topped by a star of gold. Smiles spread across faces; the air was light and warm, For it was many years ago the Blessed Babe was born. Content with what they had heard, They could now rest assured That peace and goodwill toward all men Would…
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Blogmas 2018 – Day 16 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
Hope for the Christmas Season Such beautiful music fills the air, Bringing its promise everywhere. From far away souls, to those near, The message is the same, year after year. To a place and time beyond does transcend God’s mercy that does not end. Many are lost, lonely, angry, or sad, But true love overcomes…
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Poetry Tuesday – A Gathering of Friends
The time is upon us once again When shorter days mark another year’s end. “Not enough hours in the day” Is often all we have to say. Commercialism and materialism Seem to cloud true holiday realism. Impatience in the checkout line, Illegal parking by a no parking sign, Running and rushing from here to there,…
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Blogmas 2018 – Day 8 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
A Merry Christmas Smiles frozen in time decorate ruddy faces And stare back at me, all bundled and warm In holiday sweaters and knitted hats. My fingers gently grace the baby Who was once me in the old Polaroid, The white tree with the red bulbs And our stockings with our names in the…
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Poetry Tuesday – The Only Truth
We find it strange How the tear falls A minute too late After the flood has begun. Sad, little, inquisitive minds, Wouldn’t you like to know Where the real danger lies? A black, rotten heart Falls to pieces in its own decay And the remnants are broken down To dirt on the ground. It goes…
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Blogmas 2018 – Day 2 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
Ode to Christmas Insanity! Shopping is done, And presents are wrapped. Wasn’t that fun? More like whacked?! Staying up late Addressing the cards; Now, wait, What’s in my front yard?! The mail truck is here; Let’s run like a fool! Oh, dear, oh, dear! All this for Yule?! Covered in flour up to each elbow,…
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Poetry Tuesday – The Broken Mistress
This burning blood upon my broken face Has killed this sour soul with disgust and disgrace. Your gaping eyes gaze with longing so true, But, my dear, no love resides in you. Do your simple soul and malevolent mind Lack any comforting cure that can bind My poor, petty existence to your lust, For my…
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Poetry Tuesday – Autumn’s Dance
Autumn’s Dance Like grains of sand flowing Through the hourglass, Counting down another second That beats into a day, The leaves dance above. Golden sunshine hues their yellow To brightest beauty. The autumnal ballet continues As the branches partner themselves With the wind, Whistling through the willows. The clap of thunder echoes, The distant darkness…