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Fingertips Transpire

Fingertips crumble at the mention of her name All memories coagulate brittle thoughts attempt to gain soundness and understanding of the after of what has transpired Grounded and organic yet distant and unfolding the emotions of departure God you’ve anointed

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God’s Will: He Desires Goodness

Below you will find a poem analysis for the poem “God’s Will for You and Me.” My analysis is not similar to any I have seen yet, so I am interested in sharing my views and even more interested in

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Moving House

Packing paper wrapped in paper what is the purpose? Preservation Mummified objects are laid low placed in oblong boxes embellished with banana company logos and the smuckers insignia Placing and replacing in a mechanical pattern thoughtless yet purposeful Where does

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Homesick

Longing for the not-so-solid, transfigured reality of what we call heaven Longing at times with an aching soul and other times a sweet craving for the nectar of pure goodness I am ready to take hold of that which is

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Footsteps Upon the Water Fall

I grew up on water my entire life. The sound and movement of lakes, rivers, and oceans are engrained in my being. As an elementary child I lived with a rambling river in my backyard, and just before my house

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Listen More Deeply

Listen closely we mustn’t allow our thoughts to cloud-over the beauty and importance of the nonverbal communication going on around us When the brush of a pant leg against the other chimes-in When a finger to the lips means thought

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Where the Sunlight Meets the Frost

A field, blanketed by crystal-covered blades of grass; frozen The lone baby pine, situated kitty-corner to the pond, cries out as it experiences its inaugural frost The chill brings forth the memory of darting barefoot to the mailbox in mid-January;

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