Rhymes Which Sometimes Don't

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Saturday, February 21, 2026

The Protest of the Pines

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The Pines whisper protest  at the chaffing of the wind. The Wind whispers back of the Pines' shared sin. And, t he mountain's so...
Monday, September 30, 2024

In the Glorious Stillness of Prayer

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  In the glorious stillness of your up-close presence,             Lord, I can see!             It’s a view beyond my own limitations       ...
Sunday, April 29, 2018

Spring's Newest Blue Bird

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How must it seem to you, little guy, The fresh new world through which you fly, So bright with green, and blue, and white, So fi...
Sunday, January 5, 2014

September Rains

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Life is touched by exquisite moments    When sadness is made to flee They're tucked away for sacred times    When Grace demands a spr...

Comforting Ranks

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I went marching in the ranks of men And my Dad was up ahead And just a little further up Was my Grandpa's hoary head So every day we mov...
Sunday, May 26, 2013

Memorial Day

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He’s alone and bleeding – and so far away.     As Death sits beside to impatiently wait While his thoughts fly home to hug Mom...
Sunday, January 13, 2013

A Sunset Nearly Done

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    (Upon noticing the haunting beauty of a deep  winter sunset over the forest) Limbed sentinels stand cold against the glow     As...
Sunday, November 7, 2010

God's End

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Lord I cannot see the end of you.   Your bounds are much too far.  Your bigger than my Universe,   Farther than... Oh! my stars!   So - whi...
Sunday, September 26, 2010

Cozy

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When gray slides over, and snow piles high, And the fire lends cozy to the room, And hearts, deep warmed by blanket and mug, Keep time wi...
Saturday, May 22, 2010

Seasons Of Languish, Mornings Of Dance

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There are those seasons when life is harsh, And refuses to grant us success, Instead it withholds, and obstructs, and says no, Even thoug...
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Four call me Dad, and they honor me every time they do. 7 call me Paw Paw. Can that really be? One calls me husband, and has for 50 + years. She is my center. One calls me brother. She thinks I'm way better than I am. Hundreds have called me pastor over the last 40+ years. Only one calls me son; and she does it with a much more frail voice these days. Some call me "nuts." They have probably captured my essence. Oh, and One will eventually call me home. He is the one I am most interested in pleasing.
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