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Prosetry and Fairy Tales: Seed
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales. Thursday, August 27, 2009. Makes me love things. Filters through the sky. All is golden, soft, hopeful. Echoes of love call to me. Pulling my heart to you. But the fragments of my life. I gather them carefully. Every shard scattered, hidden. I shake the pods-. Is there a seed to plant? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Open Up Your Doors. The End of Blog Silence.
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales: I Smiled
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales. Friday, October 23, 2009. And the waves of it. Funneled through thousands of people. Until it found you. Smile is a touch of the divine that can never go lost. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales: June 2008
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales. Thursday, June 05, 2008. Or, as Ian says. a "dragonsnap"! Wednesday, June 04, 2008. Sentinels of the night. Sending messages across the gap. Bobbing gently upon waves of light. Arriving millions of years late. Even the night sky is a veil. Like the blue cocoon we adore. Twitch it aside,. What will we see? The One who wears stars. Tuesday, June 03, 2008. Evening by the Lake. Autumn leaves glow from within. Spice is in the air. Slivers of night are falling into day.
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales: August 2009
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales. Friday, August 28, 2009. I found this little fragment in an old journal, I think I'd like to expand on the thought a little bit. It ends on a slightly hopeless note which I don't think is what I intended. Or maybe I did. I'd like to see where it could take me though. We are released from. Our prisons and tombs. So used to silence, we. So used to walls, we. Build a container for ourselves. To the glory of God". We cannot go out at all. Thursday, August 27, 2009. I shake the pods-.
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales: Open Up Your Doors
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales. Wednesday, August 19, 2009. Open Up Your Doors. Here is an older poem, a triplet if you will, written during a spare in Grade 11, I believe. See, I did do productive things in high school, just not the ones my teachers wanted me to do. Open up your doors to receive the love of God. The hinges are so stiff, rusted by your tears. His anointing is the oil to loosen them. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Open Up Your Doors. The End of Blog Silence.
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales: November 2005
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales. Sunday, November 20, 2005. Ok, my blog title promises fairy tales so I'm finally getting down to it and posting a little vignette. Enjoy! I my hand I am holding the moon, and its face is smiling benignly back up at me. I had thought it would take up rather more space in my hand, but there it is- a silvery grape no wider than a dime. I am happy but jealous of my moon, which does nothing but smile and shine. I decide I will keep her, hide her, make a setting in a necklace for ...
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales: December 2006
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales. Friday, December 22, 2006. Fights the gentle patterns of life. Grinds out its possession. A monument to conceit. Deceiving in its rigidity. Permanent as a pause in a melody. But stones decay towards life. Erode to resurrect the soil. God builds living walls. The brickwork of my body is moving,. I am a living stone. Into the grave of resurrection. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales: May 2007
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales. Friday, May 11, 2007. The other night I was doodling a geometric design (a rare occurrence, believe me) and I discovered this lurking in the back of my mind. If I find a thousand circles of thought-. Hiding in my mind. Are they bumblebees or ladybugs? I color them fractal. A tangent will thrust. All over the graph. Among solid slices of pi. Thursday, May 10, 2007. On the edge of spring is. On the verge of waking. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales: July 2006
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales. Monday, July 24, 2006. Ok, blogs are for rants; here's one that won't amuse. Of course I am aware that there are already numerous Christian agencies already in place to assist the homeless, but those places are overwhelmed by the volume of people needing assistance. I am quite sure that the amount of financial aid they receive has not increased in proportion to the need - or the prosperity in some sectors. It is definitely time for something new to be implemented. Certainly noth...
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales: The Heavens Declare
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Prosetry and Fairy Tales. Wednesday, June 04, 2008. Sentinels of the night. Sending messages across the gap. Bobbing gently upon waves of light. Arriving millions of years late. Even the night sky is a veil. Like the blue cocoon we adore. Twitch it aside,. What will we see? The One who wears stars. Epic, stupendous, colossal - and yet so. intimate. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Evening by the Lake.
