There is no I in You. Only We; body of bodies each with legs, eyes, tongues, hair, and fingers which are no longer Our own is gone. Here there is no black, white, rich, poor, or strong or weak. All are born in a past statement present fact. We still wear our grave clothes but [...]
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winter conflict
Snow comes always in anger. It smothers all contradiction insists everyone accept its intrusion. When it has had its say it settles back. Leans with muted satisfaction, brooks no contradiction. We are left to drive carefully, fearful of the way conflict seems to have faded, still lingers. Everyone is cautious. The world may yet [...]
The Hurt Child
“Fathers, do not provoke your children, lest they become discouraged.” – Colossians 3:21 “Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord.” – Ephesians 6:4 ——————- The Hurt Child by Margaret Atwood The hurt child will bite you. The hurt child will turn into a [...]
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…till all I do speaks of You
Read this over at Trevin Wax’s blog. Good stuff. —- With a prayer You fed the hungry, With a cry You stilled the storm; With a look You had compassion On the desperate and forlorn. With a touch You healed the leper, With a shout You raised the dead; With a word expelled the demons, [...]
Thick as We Are
In two days, everything becomes a thicker color. The brush moves slower to spread every detail through all the cracks and crevices. I met you in the chasm, with those eyes that know more about others than about themselves. Six months of ignorance and growing knowledge left us to shiver side by side at the [...]