this is a fabulous poem, because: it’s not a poem. in His mercy it’s something God showed me i can’t do one thing right without praying because God must do it not i everything sits fine in balance, and too much juggling put its all at risk i’m only good enough at juggling to drop …
May the risk and the daring the scandal and the holiness the surprise and the destiny the power and the weakness the poverty and the richness the humility and the honor of Jesus’ miraculous birth be birthed miraculously in you in your hopes and fears failures and success friendships and solitude work and rest now …
in the vast grand quiet at the center of the mystery of existence if it is possible that a voice …
I wept when I first walked the river path the rush of emerald waters broke against the rock …
I’ve walked this path 1000 days seasoned with snow sun mist it changes how you look an eagle’s nest hides in that tree each day I marvel all the same stories spin around that tree the river hides in that stretch the edge of the water hides down that bend I remember the stones dappled …
Don’t you know who I am? You don’t know who I am. who am I? don’t know you. Am know don’t you who I Who I am, you don’t know. Did you like this? Share it:Tweet
pink sky fades to orange twilight deep violet beyond frosted mountains stand glowing against the sky cedar and fern point their silhouettes proudly against the splendid end of day. The emerald green river in its rage has changed its bed again the last few weeks of rest before spring’s thaw awakens its rage. Weary from …
photo © 2007 Mike Baird | more info (via: Wylio) a hint of spring sweetness graces the cold air the river has changed since last I went this way standing on long legs sensuous neck held aloft impossible ungainly a great blue heron lunges into flight glides effortless over the water Did you like …
against the black mountain beneath the clouded skies above the leafless trees beyond the dull roar of the swollen gray river the white bird turns in relief I turn and wend my way homeward. Did you like this? Share it:Tweet
1. the architect envisions the site the purposesits at the table with pen and tools carefully draws lines crafts letters sips coffee scratches his headerases thingspauses to thinksoon the plans are finished. hot persistent terrible burningsuffocating …
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