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Words from a Burning Heart. An exercise in Faith. May 20, 2015. Timothy James Stouffer 05202015. A Hair’s Breadth Away. Independence Day plus One →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Nordic Hearts | Words from a Burning Heart
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Words from a Burning Heart. An exercise in Faith. January 14, 2015. Hours later in the Jr. High race it is Lucy carving her way around the downhill turn and catching people on the climb afterwards. She’s learned that never-giving-up when matched with hard work and training not only builds skill, but confidence and when she comes flying down the long glide, her braid blows out behind her and her golden blonde hair is blurs round the bend. Timothy James Stouffer 01142015. Winter Bluesy →. Chris Ellerbroek ...
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Moonboots and March | Words from a Burning Heart
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Words from a Burning Heart. An exercise in Faith. March 19, 2015. I wrote this last week as the waters were flowing brightly down the streets of Ely and the sun had climbed high enough to reach the trees in the woods. Even there, drips could be heard and bits of ground were found uncovered. If you were careful and fortunate you might discover that clean smell of last year’s broken down leaves wafting upward. Bright sunlight drips from. Towards stronger daylight,. With patient fingers,. Tromping on I cras...
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May | 2015 | Words from a Burning Heart
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Words from a Burning Heart. An exercise in Faith. May 20, 2015. Timothy James Stouffer 05202015. A Hair’s Breadth Away. May 6, 2015. May 6, 2015. White in winter, brown in summer, he carried his camouflage to perfection. With back thumpers about two thirds as long as my forearm, he was a big rabbit. His other names being Varying Hare or Snowshoe Rabbit, he’s known as much for his morphing color as for the tracks he leaves in the snow. Hares are undeniably and understandably shy because, besides people, t...
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Winter Bluesy | Words from a Burning Heart
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Words from a Burning Heart. An exercise in Faith. January 23, 2015. Which leads me to musings like this:. Where are the days behind us now,. The blue waters lapping at the. Where are the canoes and their packs. Carrying such promise,. All that we own, backs bent,. Heavy with the weight of freedom? Winter has us in her cold and icy grip,. For now. Our warm hearts yearn for. Summer, only beats. And a few dreams away. Turning soft frosty flakes into liquid. Timothy James Stouffer 01/22/2015. On Independence...
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March – ing on through Winter with a smile | Words from a Burning Heart
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Words from a Burning Heart. An exercise in Faith. March – ing on through Winter with a smile. March 4, 2015. March 4, 2015. One might give up dreaming of green grass and warbler songs about this time of Winter. For those of you down South, yes, it is still Winter here, despite the arrival of March. Next week will be the annual teaser where temperatures climb up to the forty above range and influence everyone to shed a layer and look to see if their lawnmower has gas in it. On a plus side, the skiing and ...
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March | 2015 | Words from a Burning Heart
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Words from a Burning Heart. An exercise in Faith. March 19, 2015. I wrote this last week as the waters were flowing brightly down the streets of Ely and the sun had climbed high enough to reach the trees in the woods. Even there, drips could be heard and bits of ground were found uncovered. If you were careful and fortunate you might discover that clean smell of last year’s broken down leaves wafting upward. Bright sunlight drips from. Towards stronger daylight,. With patient fingers,. Tromping on I cras...
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October | 2014 | Words from a Burning Heart
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Words from a Burning Heart. An exercise in Faith. October 30, 2014. November is hard on my heels. I’m trying to outrun it without success. It is funny because Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite times of the year, but this year I’d rather it not arrive. The leaves on the ground have turned from crispy and crunchy under foot, to wet. Their smell is what screams October inside my head, yells almost as loud as yesterday. Timothy James Stouffer 10292014. October 8, 2014. It’s as if the sun feels ...
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At Home in the Northwoods | Words from a Burning Heart
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Words from a Burning Heart. An exercise in Faith. At Home in the Northwoods. April 8, 2015. I’ve been thinking about my old home town lately. Perhaps it is because one of my old classmates is going through a tough time and I have seen a lot of names flow across my screen that I haven’t thought of in quite a while. I don’t think of it as home anymore, but I do think of the small details that are mostly erased by time. Timothy James Stouffer 04082015. In His Shoes →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Poetry in t...
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Words from a Burning Heart | An exercise in Faith | Page 2
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Words from a Burning Heart. An exercise in Faith. Day 3, Gillyweed. July 7, 2016. Another run-walk. Two miles round town. Waited until nine to start. It was cooler and the sun sat on me half way through. No chest pain at all this time, healthy burn in the legs. In and out of the dusk, the sidewalks pulled me towards the highway at the other end of Ely. Again, no birds, no squirrels, no bugs, not much for people. Frogspawn, bluegill, hungry. Bass Our shadow broken. By the water lilies on tall. July 6, 2016.