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This Day, Unnamed
Today, I will not call you “Tuesday.” I will not dress you in yesterday’s name. I will meet you with open palms, as if you are a bird newly landed, a river just beginning to flow. I will let gratitude be the breath that wakes me, and attention the prayer I offer in return. May…
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A Morning Offering
A Morning Offering Would you think me strange if I told you that most mornings, before I even turn into the parking lot, my heart is already overflowing? That I’ve already gathered a hundred small moments that feel like offerings, not spoken, but somehow heard. The crow, running through the morning grass on his way…
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Could I Have Ever Come to This Me?
Could I have ever come to this me without all I’ve been through? The ache, the surrender, the nights I thought might break me… they didn’t. They carved something open instead. Soft. A gentle blooming I didn’t even notice at first. Like how the sky shifts just before dawn, quietly, steadily, until suddenly everything is…
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Doorway
Doorway She lies in the doorway as I get ready, a soft, golden hush between one world and the next, fur like warm light, breath like lullabies. She is the presence of love. The quiet grace of being near, to hold my heart. As I gather the pieces of my day, she stays whole for…
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I am here
I am only a whisper on the breeze A softly falling snowflake in a sea of white A dancing leaf from atop a majestic oak tree A single drop in the stormy sea of Life Unseen Unheard A brief spark in the night And yet I am here. I am here.
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Bring Me A Rainstorm
Bring Me a Rainstorm A single flash of lightning cuts through my sacred space,hand resting on the page,fingers curled around my pen.and oh, in that instant, I plead,I beg life itself…Please… bring me a rainstorm.I will give my everything.Cease the clamor of the world and still the tremble within. I will throw open every windowof…
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