Blessings
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On Why I Can’t “Church” Right Now
Yesterday I wrote about “rough drafts” – pieces and parts of articles in my inbox that are so emotionally raw to me and likely hurtful to people I love that I fear putting them out into the world.
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777 and counting…
Writing heals me. Writing gets my brain moving in the right direction. I FEEL BETTER when I write.
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the cost of life seemed rarely worth the price
The Cost of Life seemed rarely Worth the Price / And as I Paid it seemed quite Poorly Spent / Now, Looking Back, would gladly Tender Twice
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May Our Memories Be a Blessing
Poems are made by fools like me, / But God made the fools.
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Oh, my muse
Thank you / For saving me.
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I felt
Are you okay / With him being gay?
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certain somethingness
I feared a sonnet love-filled ne’er could be; / For though I’d felt it, words would not align.
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Keenly Felt
Choice friendships deeply pierce the heart; / Both pain and pleasure keenly felt.
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Housewarming – 6:02 pm
I thought no one was going to show. I really did.
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I Did Not Die.
confidence climbs / and I dare to defy gravity / day / by / day / by / day.
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#SoCS – Cozy is in the Head of the Cold-Holder
This should all have been so cozy.
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Eternity it Stretches Forward.
Now as Lost Days have passed me by, Eternity it stretches Forward.
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The cold steals my Warmth
The cold steals my Warmth
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Tick Tock
I used to prefer the peace / Of the silent sweep / Barely cognizant of the passing of time
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happy place
If you know me, you know I DON’T SMILE LIKE THAT.
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I’ve Found My Place
I’ve found my place; the place is peace, / Though tangled tempests tip the ship.
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Start. again. anew.
start. again. anew. transformed again by some truth
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Mystery Meal
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “product/produce.” Use one, use them both, use them any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Have fun! Hey, remember me? I was once a faithful #SoCS contributor. I went away for a few months. Couldn’t write. I came back and wrote one Saturday entry.…
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I know not where to look or stand
I know not where to look or stand… I reach for footing; find just sand.