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At the river’s edge while tentatively abiding in the mystery of the beauty while often distracted by the busyness of life that consumes us with its nonsense then realigned into the beauty of the mysteries of life allowing the sounds of the river to instigate reflection on the perplexities of life and where relief is…
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In the solitude of the wood the trees laugh at the newness of life springing up around them Yet they speak and whisper of the life of the past These trees ache and creek groan and moan with the purpose of revealing life They laugh as we hurry ache as we experience pain creek as…
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A glance not recognized Did you have the chance to change the circumstance An intake of breath Where does it bend in the living or the end A whisper ever-passing caught upon the breeze flowing through the trees then it leaves Caught in the tension Have we failed to mention life’s great compensation found in…
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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 her Til you come
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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 YOUR response or comments about my thoughts. I invite comments and am eager to engage!…
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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 that belong? To whom? To what? Does each thing require a certain spot? Pack it…
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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 truly life There will be no moment more joyful, no moment of greater elation, than…
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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 was a waterfall. I visited it often and it has made a great impact on…
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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; beyond bone-chilling The day commences as sunlight blesses this field with its presence But one can’t…
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Shannon Claussen 