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Tag Archives: grace
rose sided tea pot – February 7
2.7.2014 rose sided tea pot chipped top edge family heirloom like the rest of us useful but used. —————-
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Tagged damage, endurance, family, grace, survival, tea pot, usefulness
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Prairie Home… – February 3
2.3 He comes onstage looking a little more disheveled than in years past, the gray more pronounced, the easy glide offstage seemingly more about saving energy now. as a fellow about to be seventy-er I commiserate, it is still … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, Garrison Keillor, grace, gracefulness, Prairie Home Companion
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the men that walk in – January 30
1.30 the men that walk in are the same age as me or younger we wear the same jeans, blue slightly worn. our tan winter jackets and pullover caps match. and I hand them a bag lunch or … Continue reading
younger eyes – January 27
poem 1.27 younger eyes look for older answers. away from the distractions of blare and flare, glare that impairs. younger hearts resonate to ancient callings that touch truths that endure, ensure, mature. younger minds know deceit … Continue reading
morning resolves – January 18
1.18 pale ring-bound moon through snow tipped early morning branches greets like a fairy dell tale on my walk to the morning paper. drifted soft snow pits over my pajama bottoms but no mind. the first cup of coffee … Continue reading
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Tagged appreciation, contentment, familiarity, grace, habits, home, morning, patterns, routine, Winter
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peter’s story – January 14
1.14.2014 he jumped right in clothes and all he jumped right out at the rooster’s call back in, back out, the path he trod of learning to live as a child of God. ——————
forty four years – January 10
1.10.2014 forty four years, vows taken. Peter’s line through hands lain on. voices, eyes, empty moments, opened then to what will come. fortyfouryears run together as if a path lain out like string, winding, straggling, stumbling forward to … Continue reading
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Tagged appreciation, caring, commitment, grace, journey, learnings, ordination, Peter's line, promises, providence, unwinding, vision, vocation, vows, wisdom
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a writer’s prayer – December 29
12.29 let the words flow through me. my silent prayer. let me get out of the way for the quiet inside that sees and listens and opens to the more. let those who have ears to hear, … Continue reading
good morning moon – December 26
12.26 good morning moon shining through bare winter limbs to say hello. stark, clear, magical norman rockwell in brilliance, you greet us. the quiet before dawn speaks volumes. —————-
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Tagged cold, dawn, grace, meditation, moon, morning, Norman Rockwell, quiet, Silence, simplicity, sky, spare, sparse, speech, Winter
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