Blessings
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Trapped in Amber
Trapped in Amber, Some things remain Intact For Millenia.
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‘Tis heaven’s heat which rescues from cold hell.
Away, aweigh, ’tis love which calls us forth; The love which calls shall push us there as well. When globe reveals what’s east, west, south or north ‘Tis heaven’s heat which rescues from cold hell.
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Divine
I used to think Divinity hid behind clouds,
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The Roller Coast
We can’t get enough of The Coasters.
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and.
This is how it will always be.
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Enlarged Heart
Last night, my adopted son who bears my name met his paternal biological grandparents for the first time.
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Sonnet XLI – Christmastide
It’s “Boxing Day” which means the season’s o’er? In ‘Murica, again, we have it wrong.
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Don’t Yuck Someone Else’s Yum – #SoCS
You don’t have to like it; you don’t have to eat it. I will.
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Inexplicable Incarnation
Who would do / This / On purpose?
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Then What?
In general, I find a great deal of peace and predictability in the turning of the liturgical seasons. In other ways, it’s tremendously troublesome. Always waiting. Always looking for what’s next. “OK, that one’s done, and I guess it didn’t ‘work’ either. What do we wait for next?”
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Unwrapping the Gift of Wenceslas
I have to be honest; I’ve never liked this carol much.
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Sonnet XL: Refocusing
The bad’s still there – I’ll let the best abound.
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2 Buds Sit
One eschews the Liquid Courage that brought them together.
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Brightening
I swear I’ve been here before
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On Advent – VII: Wait With Me
Life cycles.
defying atrophy 