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Childs Prayer
1 Love reigns and it quenches, gives warmth as it shines It dances among us, holding hands across time. Like rain over mountains, its tears wash them down Across fans of alluvium, then carving the ground. 2 It pours into … Continue reading
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Remembering Coleman Barks
We were not listening to a man, hm, we were listening to a CASTLE! Which we walked inside, our ears as candles, and our hearts became illuminated. Do so ever love that castle… Coleman Barks wrote a poem about his … Continue reading
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The voices of hearts and men
The voice of the heart speaks loudly, may it speak over the voices of men. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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They only know war, let them figure it out on their own
Man cries and clings to his dead child A friend responded to a video of a weeping man being pried away from his young daughter who was dead on a burned out hospital floor. She was killed by Israeli missile … Continue reading
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Response to My Letter to Secretary Kerry regarding Gaza
I wrote to Secretary Kerry’s office to express my concern over the situation in Gaza…and this was the reply and my synopsis below : “………July 22, 2014 Dear Skip, Thank you for your message concerning the issues surrounding the … Continue reading
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God, Truth, and Love
The weary ghost insists that the conversation continue… You’re asking me for answers. Being so conscientious, I’ll do my best to stay awake and talk, but it’s gibberish. I miss days of talking through an entire night – into oblivion – until … Continue reading
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Raw Hands (Palestine)
Child unearthed alive after buried in Gaza by Israeli air bombardment. After a “warning bomb” through your roof, you are given 58 seconds to run, and 8 minutes to dig your child out from the rubble. The completely buried child’s … Continue reading
Shams
For Shams, there is little difference between the bottom of a well, or the heights of Halcyon. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Poetry in the Elusive Garden
We pluck sweet and thorny words, like roses, from the cacophony and hand them to one another in the vicissitudes of poetry. From pre-eternity, it is we who are plucked from garden of non-existence to dwell a while in the … Continue reading
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Change Without Begins Within
It is easy to forget, and impossible to know, that where we are today is the result of a change someone made or failed to make in the past. These subtle forms of complicity are more treacherous than rotten deeds … Continue reading
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