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  • Summer light

    It was dark when I drove home the other day. Not all that unusual, but I could swear that it was still light at that same time just a few days prior to that. And a week or two before that, the sun still blazed...
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  • Waiting for Almost

    The ancient Celts had the right idea – it is in the in-between that magic lives. Dawn, not daylight; dusk, not night. Really. Who would have felt the enchantment of Brigadoon if it lay under the bright golden summer blue sky? It was the very...
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  • Prayer for Hope

    I sent my hope out into the Universe. Whispered and weightless, I waited. I waited to be struck whole, made happy, healed By you; saved by You. I waited for peace to come. But Hope is an action And it doesn’t wait, or come when...
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  • Empress of Forever and Eternal Moments of Grace

    Invariably, I just up and go to live in the Land of Forever. I am, perhaps, the Mayor there. Or the Empress. I like the ring of that – Empress of Forever. All I need is my tiara and sash and I’ll be set for,...
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  • My Heart is in the East

    My heart is in the East. For the past three weeks, I, like so many of my friends, have been glued to some kind of screen, watching events in Israel and Gaza shift and grow, from conflict to conflagration. I scroll through the news feeds,...
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  • Six thousand miles

    War is not quiet. It’s filled with the blare Of rockets And sirens And inconsolable screams. I can hear this, Even six thousand miles away. Sirens race past my window, A trumpeting of danger, To herald incoming wounded Bound for the hospital Only blocks away....
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  • Faith enough

    Over the course of a handful or so of years not too long ago, I managed to lose a little bit of everything – stuff, people, things of inestimable value to me – one thing after the next, again and again. And then yet again....
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  • And I am a Lover of Peace

    War is not holy. It is made of blood and fed by fear, Ravenous and insatiable, It devours the world In pieces. It touches Everything, Ten thousand miles Or five hundred feet Or ten inches away. It sends out delicate, grasping, choking tendrils to curl...
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  • In Praise of Doubt

    I find God in my doubt, In the struggle to Be The absolute best of me, And in my fear That I find only my Worst. I wrestle, and am restless and I wander, rootless, exiled, barricaded by my silence. God of Hosts and Light...
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