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Ashley Williams Books: February 2015
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Monday, February 23, 2015. Statue of a Soldier. 169; 2011 Donald Lee Pardue. I don’t know much. When I sit among the statues,. Hold my voice just as they do,. With a poise that can’t be touched. What can I say. To the bronze that stand in silence? Yet their eyes reveal a guidance. That belonged to yesterday. At once, your shadow brushes mine—. Your war-scarred past; my perfect life,. And all the stories you never told. Tell me to stay. Teach me love and pain and meaning—. So I can live the life you gave.
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Ashley Williams Books: September 2014
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Wednesday, September 24, 2014. In Dim Lit Rooms. 169; 2012 Kelly Hunter. In dim lit rooms, the people dance. My heart does too, in solemn lands. Where lullabies stir beneath the gray;. I watch them dance, I watch them fade. A sleep so warm; these walls so cold. A moment fractured in still repose,. Like a picture in an ill-bent frame. But you held me right. You made me stay. But I must awake. I must go on;. Life calls me into a different song. Of crowded streets with homesick strangers -. My heart did too.
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Ashley Williams Books: Autumn's End
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Tuesday, November 1, 2011. A breath of wind broke its last fragment of strength. And the little red leaf touched the brittle grass. For the first time. Quietly, it came. Like blinds turning slowly for the eyes to see. The trees that change their colors are dying. And yet, so very beautiful. Day hastens to night. Pink clouds are like chalk against a slate-blue sky,. Until the rain gently washes the chalk away. And lulls the world to sleep. Mount like peaks on a vein of scarlet cranberries.
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Ashley Williams Books: April 2015
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Thursday, April 16, 2015. I wonder if we hear them. You shrug off your work jacket. And turn off the light,. And that's okay, because you're human. But they're busy too, clinging,. Without a work jacket. Because they're sleeping in sterile beds. And that's not okay, because they're human. It hurts, doesn't it? To feel the prick. Of heartache that you caused yourself to feel. Yes, you could leave and draw within yourself. And dream your pretty dreams. And I wouldn't hate you, because hate. And new tears,.
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Ashley Williams Books: Don't Dream Your Dreams Away
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Saturday, June 11, 2011. Don't Dream Your Dreams Away. Photo © 2011 by Robert Linder. You’re cradling a phone to your ear, half-listening to the automatic machine play some unknown music from the sixties while you’re still on hold. In fact, it seems that every time you call this person, you’re on hold. Ugh! Whatever your dream may be, one thing will always be certain: with God, all things are possible. Next step is this: pull out the kneepads and. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Registration is now o...
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Ashley Williams Books: Free Books and Bibles
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Sunday, February 10, 2013. Free Books and Bibles. Want free books- actual, physical books you can hold instead of the ebook stuff? Then go to www.TyndaleRewards.com. And start earning easy points toward free books or Bibles! Yes, they really are free! I received my free copy of. In the mail a couple months ago and wanted to share with everyone the benefits of joining the Tyndale Rewards Program. Try it out today! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Free Books and Bibles. View my complete profile.
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Ashley Williams Books: The Sounds
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Thursday, April 16, 2015. I wonder if we hear them. You shrug off your work jacket. And turn off the light,. And that's okay, because you're human. But they're busy too, clinging,. Without a work jacket. Because they're sleeping in sterile beds. And that's not okay, because they're human. It hurts, doesn't it? To feel the prick. Of heartache that you caused yourself to feel. Yes, you could leave and draw within yourself. And dream your pretty dreams. And I wouldn't hate you, because hate. And new tears,.
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Ashley Williams Books: A Soldier's Story
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Thursday, September 15, 2011. I dedicate this poem to all the soldiers. In our military who have given of themselves. Unselfishly, even to the point of laying down. Their lives. You deserve so much more credit. Than you've been given, and I thank you for. Protecting this great nation and the people who. Live in it day after day. God bless you all, and. Count every footstep I walked, if you would dare to go those lengths. A soldier’s story isn’t written with your paper and your ink. I can’t ask ques...
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Ashley Williams Books: Latest Book Release
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Tuesday, April 16, 2013. I'm happy to announce the release of FOUR- a compilation of four short stories by four different authors. Timothy Holder, Ann Lovell, D. A. Adams, and myself were the authors, and our stories are sure to keep you turning pages until the very end! I feel very blessed to be a part of this project, as I had the wonderful opportunity to work with three very talented authors who all pulled together to make FOUR. FOUR is now available in kindle format as well as paperback on amazon.
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Ashley Williams Books: January 2014
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Saturday, January 25, 2014. A Song of Faith. A cold, damp prison cell. Rusty chains clanging with every slight move. Someone crying in the distance. A rat scurrying about in the corner in search of food. Of course, we can only guess what songs they sang. Was it a slow tune just above a whisper, or was it an unbroken melody they sang at the top of their lungs? 8220;Don’t harm yourself,” Paul called out in a loud voice. “All of us are here.”. The jailer accepted Christ as his Savior. The chains may have ne...