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Holy Speech
A Sermon on James and the Taming of the Tongue Scripture Texts: James 1:19-20; James 3:1-12 IntroductionGrowing up as a sensitive, creative, smart kid with glasses, I was mocked incessantly by my peers—so much so that, while I have experienced much inner healing, I still carry the emotional scars of that verbal abuse to this day. I was reminded of this years ago while standing outside my office…
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Surrender
woe are webirthed into adversityblind to the realm of eternal possibility the prophet spakethe servant did a double takesuddenly saw the surrounding angelic host awake these battles are not your ownfor you strive not against flesh and bonesit back and watch as your deliverance is sown July 2, 2015
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Upstate New York Photo Shoot (Photos)
My family visited the land of my heritage. Here are some scenes: Abandoned ski lift, Whiteface Mountain, NY Ski high jump, 1980 Olympics, Lake Placid, NY Train engine, Croghan, NY Beaver Lake, Beaver Camp, NY July 14, 2016 You can find more visual images and art under the link in the home page menu.
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Broken Chair
I rescued the chair from outside someone’s apartment with the hope of fixing it and having it become a welcome member of our family. But, as often happens, it sat around in various places waiting for me to find the time to repair it. Finally, I decided it was one more project I did not have time for, and so yesterday I put it out on the sidewalk in the hopes that someone would take it home. It…
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Lawnmower
There is power in these spinning blades,green ninja of the grass. The grasshoppers and praying mantes flee andfly before the whirring wind. The hilly homesof Appalachian moundbuilding ants are cut downto jagged holes which spew forth red and blackbodies in an angry burning sea. They do not realize that the hurricanewhich slings them and their childrenthrough the air today is predicted againfor…
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Culdesac
down here on the path beside the railroad tracks with the freight train slowly going by the urge to hop on one of the gravel laden cars and let it take me far away from here is almost overpoweringas usual i do not make the leap and later i find myself walking past the old man with a broom sweeping the street to where the path turns back upon itself out past the little girl on her mama's back who…
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Greed #poem
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Split Pea Soup
A Simple Conversation, A Life Forever Changed For Nelson I awoke this morning thinking how strange it is that you have been gone for so many years. It seems like it was yesterday when we sat together over bowls of split pea soup in the Potter’s House and had a conversation that would change my life. For you, it was probably one of many conversations. You had a way of making things happen, of…
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The Peacebuilder #poem #peace
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GODgle
My dog wakes me up at 3 a.m. I, of course, am frustrated. This has been going on for a week, and I am racking my brain for a solution. As I’ve mentioned in an earlier blog posts, I am trying to seek God first before I try to solve problems on my own. So I spend some time in prayer, centering down and trying to remain calm so I can get back to sleep. And I hope that perhaps a solution will…
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The Return of BeLeaf
While not as often as in the past, I still return to the what I call BeLeaf, a kind of spritual practice of photographing the simple beauty of leaves. One recent morning, I walked out to the SUV to find the combination of a night rain and falling birch leaves had created a lovely collage on the canvas of the vehicle. There is a kind of peace which enters into me as I photograph. I think of…
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Bowed Heads
Lately I've been seeing a lot of people with their heads bent over as if in prayer.I am heartened to see so many engaged in the art of meditation or contemplation. Whether waiting for a meeting to begin or for someone to arrive or perhaps simply to kill time, the hands clasp and the head bows.Then I draw closer and I see that the head is bent over a screen. An ethereal light bathes the…
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Ride
An old house dusty from years of unuse broken panes and shutters the door a wide cavern the house looks like a face a large haunting visage it approaches you or you draw closer down the overgrown drive a chill runs up your spine as you near the door the darkness closes around you light flickers here and there figures approach and retreat you shiver, shake, and scream you are almost to the end of…
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The Loveliest
The woman with a double chin and fat fingersaround plastic bags plops down in the seatacross the aisle and blocks my view of thegoddess whose magazine is filled with clothesshe'd fill out quite nicely.The pretty and the ugly sit side by sideand I wonder who is the loveliest in God's eyes. February 22, 2002
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Mist
a lake filled with fish shadows swimming in dark depths across a bottom covered with green creeping algae weeping willows press close moss hangs from branches looming over the water where the wet roots of the trees grip fungus covered rocks a mist slowly rises pale and thick from the glistening surface forms appear and vanish within weaving to and fro like ghosts swimming up into the night…
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Restlessness
A Monday Monday Song I’ve been thinking lately about what I need.There’s so much wrapped up in me.I’m tired of being split in two.Has the dye been caste or canI melt into someone new? I need to simplify find some order to this messbut there’s no cure for my restlessness. The taste of my life is bittersweetlike this wine-soaked rag they force on me.I’m caught between earth and skyI can’t…
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Ansokubi No Tanka
(Sabbath Tankas from Psalm 118:5 MSG) Pushed against the wall,I called and God answered me.God is now at my side.God is my strong champion.I flick off my foes like flies.Take refuge in God.Don't trust in celebritiesOr the swarming beesWho chase after false honey.In the end, they will eat dirt.I had no way out.I was right on the cliff edge,About to fall down.Then God grabbed me and held me.God is…
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