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Words of Light: Grace & Truth for Your Journey Home
Category: poetry
Christ and Communion
Back when I was small
And the black suits were tall,
There were services that went on too long,
First one man would preach
And another would teach
Then the people sang melancholy songs,
While black suits would bear
With quiet, solemn care
Bread and juice up aisle and down.
Our Sense of Time and Place
In my last year of teaching, I knew it was my last year of teaching, at least for a time. I didn’t know it in a calculated reasonable way. I didn’t know that I knew, but with that ever elusive sixth sense, I knew,…
Like a River Glorious
She sat on the bridge rail Made of field stones, I sat on a mossy rock below Feet immersed in the ice Of May water running from Last month’s snow, Watching it fall and chuckle Over moss coated rocks. diamond & emerald Something about…
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