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Echoes from the Inner Mountains: December 2012
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains. The poetry blog of Bill Owen Fleming. Saturday, December 22, 2012. Since it is a week before Christmas, I wanted to share some articles regarding the holidays. One of the things I have learned in the past few months is the power of blessing people. Here is a blessing I wrote for the Christmas season. I hope you enjoy it. May you not be trapped. By gaudiness and feasting. May you sleep well, knowing. What does and does not matter. May you delight in the lights and laughter.
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains: December 2009
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains. The poetry blog of Bill Owen Fleming. Friday, December 4, 2009. The Fairest Rose (A hymn). The fairest rose is that which blooms. Upon the sacred tree. The sweetest fruit comes from the field. For he who made the sun to shine. And caused the days to turn. Gave his own life blood for his love. And our redemption earn. Each thorn that pierced his homely brow. He wore it just for me. Each lash upon his back he bore. To set my spirit free. That bitter wine upon his lips.
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains: March 2012
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains. The poetry blog of Bill Owen Fleming. Friday, March 9, 2012. Like a teasing child. Will one day belong. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Some words about poetry. I write for the same reason I have a digital camera- to preserve moments in my life. I can look back on them later and see not only what I saw then, but how I felt about it. Where you can buy It. The Art of Thankfulness - Colossians 3: 15-17. Dr Bill Fleming, Jr. Hold your nose and vote! View my complete profile.
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains: October 2010
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains. The poetry blog of Bill Owen Fleming. Wednesday, October 6, 2010. Down there in Egypt we kept to the bones. Of Joseph the Hebrew, the great patriarch. We kept the dry bones on a string near the door. And on windy days they would clatter and rattle. Telling us who we have been. Whenever we traveled, the bones traveled with us. In prison and palace, up tenement stairs. In flats and apartments, and all down the street. The traveling bones, the rattling bones. Poetry, like pi...
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains: August 2010
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains. The poetry blog of Bill Owen Fleming. Tuesday, August 3, 2010. Not for how I feel when I am with you. But for who you are when I am not there. Not for who you want to be. But for who you already are. I love you,. Because you were made to be loved. As I was made to love. Because I revolve around you. Like a planet round a star. I would circle you forever. In an orbit of your star. Superman stood on the highest building. In Metropolis, and looked down Like God. Poetry, like...
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains: June 2011
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains. The poetry blog of Bill Owen Fleming. Tuesday, June 28, 2011. From Contemporary Psalms- Psalm 23. The psalms are differenent from almost every other Scripture. All Scripture is God's Word to us, but Psalms are also our words to God. They were given to be personal and corporate prayers to God, when we cannot find our own words. Anyway, here's one of several version I have written of Psalm 23. God is master, I am one lucky dog! He makes me to lie down in the back yard.
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains: December 2010
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains. The poetry blog of Bill Owen Fleming. Sunday, December 26, 2010. Snowfall clads the virgin ground. Like a baby’s Christening gown. Or a bridal dress on a single bed. Snow conceals the dying past. Dead leaves, bare trees, brown grass. Makes bearable the winter cold. Sheaf and shoot, bush and tree. Exist as only memories. Of vanished autumn's glory. Bare nature bears no glory great. As first snow, what joy awaits. When winter wears her clothes. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains: February 2012
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains. The poetry blog of Bill Owen Fleming. Thursday, February 23, 2012. Thank you Father for the crown of life. Laid up for me in heaven. Thank you father for the tree of life. From which I have sprung. Thank you father for the pulse of life. Drumming and humming around me. Thank you father for the world of life. Churning and changing forever. Thank you Father for the pain of life. That molds me into what it am. Thank you father for the love of life. Where opens the Great Door.
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains: September 2009
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Echoes from the Inner Mountains. The poetry blog of Bill Owen Fleming. Wednesday, September 23, 2009. Somewhere off the sidewalk. On the mall, there is a monument. A white slab of stone. With searching columns overhead. And a marble dome above. And on the dome, these words:. 8220;The Great War to Save Civilization.”. No one much goes by there. Bands once held summer concerts. But now they are disbanded. Sinewy trees stretch to the sky above. Where people walk their dogs. And children run in circles.
