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  I Remember...   ...words taken and reworked almost directly from Ezekiel 16... The clear image has stolen into my mind Day and night, with...

 The Farmer's Words Something is always wrong with the sheep,  the farmer says with disdainful tone. Their feet, their bums, ever lost o...

 Painting Clouds I simply can't paint you.  I try and I struggle.  But you will not be held or captured.  I can not pin you down. Your s...

  Power of Words A simple phrase spoken with a smile. Said with kindness,  words slam into my chest. My balance is lost, Rocked and off kilt...

  Rambler She called him a rambler. Defined by his adventures,  he rambles his way through valley, field and mountain pass. He walks, she ex...

 Tree Symphony Sounds like rolling laughter The trees shout and rejoice. They dance and sing,  wild movements inspired by wind and worship. ...

  Hidden The tide rolls in and covers. Boulders and stones lay beneath. Hidden. Unseen. Beneath movement and thick deep Cities and stadiums ...

 Peace Coins spilling out of a purse,  over-filled and bursting. An inheritance is mine, more wealth than Solomon himself. And yet, I walk o...

  Perfect Redefined Nature doesn't move in a linear fashion. There is nothing neat and tidy found on the forest floor. Leaves don't ...

  Crutch and Cistern Broken and twisted gait Crutches needed  For far too long I think I am ready to let go. Age old mechanisms Survival nee...

  TV- The Sad, Sad Truth They feel like family, these pretend friends.  Lights, sounds and transmissions flicker on the screen.  I come home...

  Unseen Two people inhabit the same space. Disconnected. Coordinates identical. Yet so very distant. Untouched. How can you sit there? Acro...

The Best Medicine Laughter wells up and spills over. Like a singing stream,  a song of joy bubbles and gurgles. Laughter rises and bounces u...

  Your Face Your face Attuned Eyes smiling Aware Your face  Seeing Eyes knowing Soft Your face Watching Eyes delighted Waiting Your face Alw...

Depth of Sadness Down in the bedrock,  far below the surface. Streams of groundwater run and churn. Filling the pores, seeps into the cracks...

  Freedom's Call Like a gentle breeze on my face,  the expanse beckons me. I am called to run. Invited to venture forth. In a brief mome...

  Middle of the Night Call  A nudge. A gentle tap. 3 am invitation comes again. I roll over. Pull covers up tight. Certainly the clouds are ...

  They Come to My Window My heart is only so big. My mind even less in size. But still, they come. They come to my window, Sharing places an...

Stargazing Middle of the night rendezvous I wait for Your call. Step through the dark Into the glory of light. Tiptoe out.  Don't wake t...

  My Man My man When you walk--- knee deep--- in the River,  you are stunning.   You leave a wake of strength and kindness. As you journey a...

Pain Pain that shifts and rambles. One day it is here.  Tomorrow it is there. Last week it was here and there. Always present.  Often niggle...

  The Climb One step at a time One foot in front What seems impossible and beyond,  can become reality With one step One foot following the ...

  The Word A firm rock A solid stepping stone. It lifts me, to see more.  I peek just over the wall.  A place to settle. To sit and rest fro...

The Sky It reaches. It covers beyond what I can see. Beyond what I can even imagine 'Stretched out like a canopy'   Dark, deep, high...

  Mrs. Tree Old, rugged, worn.  How long have you been there, Mrs. Tree? You stand so tall, so very stable.  As new growth climbs and entwin...

  Rubrics Colour on a page Do you know what it is?  These easy going, even fun...   Grace-filled criteria. Rubrics in place.   to judge to k...

  This Old House This old house--- Same old house Same smells and sights. Corners and walls So familiar. The wallpaper needs changing---upda...

  How I See When did it begin? This way of thinking This way of seeing myself. Like Lewis' green lady, I step outside myself  and I look...

  The Moon Again I watch for you each evening.  Waiting and wondering. Like a child longing for dessert, When is dinner time over?   How man...

Sin There is a place I go  to which looks so  ..so different at night. In the daylight it calls me.  Sweetness on my tongue. Cool and quiet....