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  • Slipping into fluid grace

    There are times, minutes and hours, Days even – though I’m sure not a week; Weeks stretch into forever – Farther, Further than I care to stretch (If I cared to stretch at all)   Which I do not.   But there are these moments of attenuated...
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  • Ladders

    I am terrified of ladders. It is not the going up – the ascent, the rickety step up on tiny see-through slats, slats you can see through from here to next Tuesday, to Heaven and back. I am not interested in the view from Heaven.  ...
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  • The music of God, part two

    (To read The Music of God (Part One), click here —  http://ipinionsyndicate.com/the-music-of-god-part-one/) Here’s a curious thing: The English words “miracle” and “mirror” come from the same Latin root – mirari, which means “to wonder at.” It is meant to convey a sense of awe and amazement....
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  • Love song

    First off, Nate – let me say that the Lego Grand Emporium building set, with its 2,200 little Lego pieces and little Lego people and its great big Lego price has been ordered and  – so the the online store assures me – is on it’s little Lego way....
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  • Simple

    Author’s preface: I am profoundly grateful that I have not picked up a drink or a drug in over twenty years. I am profoundly grateful for the life I have been given as a result–  a life filled with joy and pain and doubt and...
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  • Sound between the notes

    There’s a cacophony of noise going on in my head, a clanking clattering collection of caliginous junk that sets my teeth on edge and makes my skin buzz. There are a thousand conversations happening, about everything, all at once. Or about nothing, all at once....
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  • Scattershot

    I walk a path of in-betweens; Of not-quites and almosts— Scattershot potential spread before me In infinite array. But I am filled nonetheless, nevertheless— Never less, perhaps, or not quite, but certainly not less— I am filled with wonder. Filled enough, so that even on...
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  • The Music of God (Part One)

    When I was born — or something near enough to that so that it doesn’t matter — I sang. I can’t remember a time I didn’t sing. Spiders. Buses. Bonnie on the ocean harmonized with Christmas carols and Hinei Mah Tov. I drank it in...
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  • Twenty three

    And so I will lay you down In a field of grass, Sere and grey, Bending gracefully with the wind, And shadowing a hidden, twisted path That leads nowhere– Or everywhere. Back, Forever back, Until I stand again At this place– This field of fearful...
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