A Friday Examen

A Friday Examen 1920 1275 Robert Alan Rife

Sometimes, on the way into darkness I stub my toe on the eyelash of God. Sometimes, forgotten in never-spoken dreams I hear the hushed and tender tones of Heaven breathing…

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A Sunday Examen

A Sunday Examen 1920 1280 Robert Alan Rife

God’s tears like sweet nectar fall in swollen rivulets down the back of my life. The words of the day jumbled in tumbling silence portray what little is left to…

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