Category: Poems
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First Work
I am giddy Like a child whose picture is placed proudly on the fridge I don’t know what to say What language the professionals use How to respond to the request Inviting my work Inviting my thoughts Offering words of thanks for words I have kept in my heart And…
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Jesus in the Peonies
Your Spirit moves In the sinews of my soul Like 100 tiny ants In the tight bud of a peony. Driven by a purpose that is life itself Pressing into places too small for even a breath of air Pushing with vocation And love With need And passion With movements…
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evening chorus
spring peepers take up the chorus of evening prayer as sky’s banners move from fuchsia gold and coral the chorus does not fade with the light notes continue to ring out the remembered day’s gratitudes persistent sweet on the ears of the creator
