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Why Not Me

1920 1280 Sarah Rennicke

I believe in God being a God of redemption. There is something in remembering, in strolling through the memory halls of my heart and still holding out my hope. We…

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Over The Falls

1920 1440 Laura Reece Hogan

Breezing on the breath of God we trust to the edge, sails brave with stirred spirit. We will rush smooth in sun always, we think, the lapis sky opens to…

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You First

1920 1280 Sarah Rennicke

The rain is gentle. So are You. Reminding me to come back to my first love. Before the world and all its distortions broke my heart, when I walked with…

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How To Love You Well

1920 1280 Sarah Rennicke

It’s that effortless, always hopeful, always expanding kind of love that looks straight into the soul and says, “I am going to cover your heart with the best of mine.…

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Look At Me!

1920 1195 Catherine Lawton

“Look at me, Cathy.” Downcast, ashamed, I shrank from seeing my father’s disappointment, his sadness, maybe anger. I was little; he was big. I was guilty; he was right. I…

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A Triptych

1920 1281 Elizabeth Marshall

One It is a strange thing, your leaving In increments This slow fade, pains us The dialing down and dialing back I wish for your speedy recovery That you would…

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The Great Paradox

1920 1277 Alex R. Encomienda

Withering journeys of spite in the temples by night and by turning these Cusps into holiness; sighs come from deepness and life’s little destinies, Whether of beckoning pleasures or constant…

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Beatitudes for Troubled Times

1920 1280 Robert Rife

Blessed is the one who awoke to draw breath for another day. Blessed is the one who sees him/herself in the eyes of another. Blessed is the one who appreciates the…

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Let Me Put It This Way

1920 1248 Elizabeth Marshall

The fetal position was an option Always But so was one foot in front of the other If you read this, say, 50 years from now You should know There…

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Daughter You Are Extraordinary

1920 1280 Eve Harrell

I have a great love for Roses.  Red, white, yellow, pink, they are all beautiful.  Oh, if I could only sit in front of a rose and watch it bloom. …

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When You Were Young

612 612 Jason Ramsey

When you were young, spirits rose from hollow arms, petals aligned in rows, sundresses draped from hips like windblown sails, lips crested waves. When you were young, mountains shifted along…

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A Monday Examen

1920 1280 Robert Rife

There is no way to distinguish the place where the radiance of evening touches the face of God. Just fingers of grace-soaked light long, drawling and sure, that pull at…

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