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Poets Who Walk and Write in Concord. March 12, 2017. Nick Vujicic at Telford State Prison. March 12, 2017. Had what I thought was a very vivid bad dream? Lifetimes pass in moments in dreams. Dreams like visions speaking wisdoms in tongues undecipherable. But not during the being of, in that other state. Helpless, powerless though aware. Restrained in muteness and blank stare. Why show it at all? Something was just taught. Something was just learned. Too many things all at once. How to pick and choose?
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“The Shack” | Salvoes in Faith
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Poets Who Walk and Write in Concord. December 27, 2016. 8220;The Shack”. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. One thought on “ “The Shack”. December 28, 2016 at 11:04 am. Really looks challenging on questions of suffering…but still fiction. Probably the night scene with Jesus dock-side and looking at the stars will be the best. Jesus I gotta tellya. I thought you would be the most handsome of men…and you’re not? Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Two guys ...
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Lover Of The Light | Salvoes in Faith
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Poets Who Walk and Write in Concord. January 5, 2017. Lover Of The Light. In the middle of the night, I may watch you go. There’ll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown. There’ll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown. But I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine. Stretch out my life and pick the seams out. Take what you like, but close my ears and eyes. Watch me stumble over and over. I have done wrong, so build your tower. But call me home and I will build a throne. To have and to hold.
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January | 2017 | Salvoes in Faith
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Poets Who Walk and Write in Concord. Monthly Archives: January 2017. January 25, 2017. When God Is Silent. January 25, 2017. No desire to remain here. Just stopped by for a visit. But won’t stay long. Words engraved on pine boxes. There is no dialogue. Kind of unconscious voluntary derangement. No holy spirit’s conviction. To hold hands or embrace. Spurted upon a cyber page. Smarmy euphemisms veiled by pretentious erudition. While safe in our own comfort zones. Too afraid to offend. Or too easily offended.
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You Rang..? | Salvoes in Faith
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Poets Who Walk and Write in Concord. January 7, 2017. Don’t dangle a lure intrepid Christian. If you’re not prepared for what might bite. You may need a bigger boat. Don’t be angry when someone brings you de-bate. You posted a topic. And eyes’ came to answer. Don’t be shocked and full of self-righteous indignation. If it doesn’t mesh with your agenda. Don’t stray, foray, beyond rank and station. Everyone has a role to play. Be contented with what has been given. Don’t shake a tree. Enter your comment here.
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August | 2016 | Salvoes in Faith
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Poets Who Walk and Write in Concord. Monthly Archives: August 2016. August 31, 2016. I Think I Might Have WORMS? Emboldened and dared to care. Now in nowhere land. Words allowed to tumble in declension from fatigue. Land wherever they land. And not attempt to grasp. Nor even extend a hand. Godisnowhere” in me-(RhymaRhyma). No need to stir a pot. No guests forthcoming to feed. Let it burn, let it rot. Let it mold turn fuzzy green black and old. This is no longer worth fighting for. None of it here and now.
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July | 2016 | Salvoes in Faith
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Poets Who Walk and Write in Concord. Monthly Archives: July 2016. July 31, 2016. Casting pearls before swine. Falling in the same trap every time. When will I learn? Sometimes drawing near to douse fires. Might mean getting close enough to burn. Can I ever learn,. Or simply designed to always burn? Rain falls on the faithless. Some see “Living Water”. Some see only rain. A thing to care not,. I’ll write my own epitaph. And etch it upon a stone. 8220;Made some laugh. Gave cause to pause. Just speak of God.
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December | 2016 | Salvoes in Faith
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Poets Who Walk and Write in Concord. Monthly Archives: December 2016. December 27, 2016. 8220;The Shack”. December 22, 2016. There is a piece of my heart somewhere in this. A peace I may share freely and not miss. There was a stroke. Which stole my voice for a time. Terrified and unable to speak. There was a shaking that crept. Into my bed ere’ I slept. A chill from head to toe. From whence it came. I do not know. There is a wonder to be found. The delectable anticipation in a moment of clarity sublime.
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Adopt the World: Our Little Lives: David Steindl-Rast and Film by Louie Schwartzberg
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Sunday, May 17, 2015. Our Little Lives: David Steindl-Rast and Film by Louie Schwartzberg. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Histouchalone (click for this site). Short Reads in the Son. Through All of It. Conversation Above (click for this site). Bus Fare, Anybody? Waterloo, Ontario, Canada. Married to Hilary with children Lauren and Jordan. Occupational Health and Safety Specialist in Heavy Metal Manufacturing. Poet. Photographer. Hiker. Newsboy for Jesus. View my complete profile. One Set of Books.
