Meadow, mountain, sky –
Bavaria through a train
window, early spring.
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Fortune Cookie
Perhaps the end of
the rainbow is found along
the road less traveled.
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Amid the tumult
no one hears the mockingbird.
He sings anyway.
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Why are we enthralled
by replayed images and
reports of no news?
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Coin Toss
No. It isn’t worth
talking about anymore.
The answer is no.
Yes. I always knew
that you would ask me someday.
My answer is yes.
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a greeting
I have been searching
everywhere for you. You were
here, too close to see.
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Dissonance
In my arms, she sleeps.
On the screen, carnage unfolds.
In the trees, birds sing.
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The birdbath and the feeders are filled; all is still.
I sit, a coffee-sipping statue, waiting.
The notebook and the sketchpad are filled; all is still.
I sit, a coffee-sipping scrivener, waiting.
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Some days the words come
easy; then suddenly they
hide themselves away.
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The first thing I read this morning was the news that Brennan Manning had passed away yesterday, and my thoughts keep circling back to his honest words, his wisdom and tenderness…
a note in passing, to Brennan Manning:
I can just see you,
nestled in your Abba’s arms,
happy to be home.
a found benediction, from Celtic Prayers from Iona:
At my end and new
beginning, the arms of God
welcome, bring me home.
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