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Footprints…
I’ve left footprints upon grains of sand. I’ve left footprints in the dirt. I’ve left my footprints on a wooded path. They became a trail where I could leave my hurt. I’ve left wet footprints on the sidewalk. I’ve left crunchy footprints in the snow. I’ve scattered leaves with shuffled footprints, And each print…
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Path of Life…
You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Psalm 16: 11 NIV ________________________________________________________________________ There are times that I am overwhelmed on the path of life and I always am calmed by music. Today I am sharing two songs…
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Hide and Seek
I spent the Thanksgiving holiday with my family in the country. I was asked by the children to play Hide and Seek. I was then asked if I wanted to be a Hider or a Seeker. I chose the Hider role and I hid so well, I wasn’t found. They gave up looking and surrendered.…
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Walking a Difficult Path with my Mother
A couple of years ago, I was in the waiting room of my mother’s doctor’s office. I was sitting with my mother. We were there so she could have a full physical before moving into an assisted living facility. Like most elderly parents, she was not supporting this move. But, I knew that she could…
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Two Different Worlds
My life’s most significant journey has involved a wide road, two circles, a choice at a fork and a complete change of direction. After leaving home at 19 in search of freedom and satisfaction, I chose to walk on a broad, well-populated trail. It started out feeling liberating, good and right. It led to turmoil…
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Happy Trails to You…
A song of my youth that Dale Evans and Roy Rogers planted in my memory bank; a song paired with a parting shot of them gently lumbering off into the sunset on horseback. “Until we meet again”, the second line in the song, presented a hopeful farewell for the days to come; an optimistic belief…
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Advent Cradle Psalms
A Litany in Three Voices How can this be? the question is asked. Dear Little Babe, bidden into life, what is the pathway? Whose permission do you ask to be born? To whom do you sing? Mama, may I come alive in you? Mama, will you carry me? Mama, will you see me through…
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The Dance
Isn’t it all poetry? What we see What we sense What sounds reach What penetrates our depths What can poetry convey? What roads traversed What hills climbed What tears shed What stories told With acceptance and understanding of each other’s journey: Hands may entwine Differences can vanish Hearts might link Friendships can begin The dance…
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The Dance
Isn’t it all poetry? What we see What we sense What sounds reach What penetrates our depths What can poetry convey? What roads traversed What hills climbed What tears shed What stories told With acceptance and understanding of each other’s journey: Hands may entwine Differences can vanish Hearts might link Friendships can begin The dance…