Tag Archives: birth

when he was born – January 22

1.22.2017 when he was born his mother cuddled him close and rubbed her nose deep into his hair   to inhale all that he was, all that he is, all that he would become.   somewhere deep we know each … Continue reading

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the pond is still today – April 29

4.29.2016 the pond is still today a lone mallard male sitting atop the muskrat house doing his part to keep the egg warm   cool, clear waters devoid now of the quackers and quakers who paddled so furiously just days … Continue reading

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black night high stars – December 25

12.25.2015 black night, high stars and more floating floating above fields   of smells and quiet and a young girl’s first birth that was our birth   not so very long ago. ———————–

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in the fields of Bethlehem – December 24

12.24.2015 in the soft night fields of Bethlehem you can hear a baby cry.   ah.   there it is. a young girl’s first.   again. —————-

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the deep end – February 6

2.6.2015 I was born into a world where fathers threw their sons into the deep end to teach them how to swim.   it is a terrible cruel world and I can’t always be there. you need to learn to … Continue reading

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generosity – February 5

2.5.2015 generosity is the gift she taught me in her arms   and opened my heart to forever. ————-

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As a Joseph – December 24 & 25

12.25 As a Joseph I could only watch and wait   while the miracles went on around me.   As a Joseph I could only hope and pray   that the One and my love would arrive safely.   Sometimes … Continue reading

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little goat boy – December 15

12.15 a little goat boy sits on the toy cabin porch that I built when a child was on the way   and we counted down the days and times pasting wallpaper, circling round clocks,   until the water broke … Continue reading

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