I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Monthly Archives: March 2016
I am attempting to organize some matters in a fashion that will allow me to express my thanks to those who are so encouraging by leaving likes to me. All you bloggers know that is nutrition for the writer. I … Continue reading
Well, thankfully my spell check will not let me get by with saying that something is awfuller than something else. In browsing google I threw in the words awful, awfuller, and awfullest, just to see what would happen and quick … Continue reading
Saturday – Grave sealed, Tomorrow yet unopened Bleakness of despair.
Your love amazes me The plan to set men free … Continue reading
My cooperation with many blogging friends who are calling for prayer for Brussels and the World. This prayer is based on the words of David’ Psalm 64: Hear me, O God, as I voice my complaint; protect our lives from the threat … Continue reading
In a few days Easter will be here. A reminder again of the Resurrection story. I’m so glad someone told me that story! My blogging experience has brought me a bit of a quandary that I have been thinking about, … Continue reading
https://artflowsinmyveins.wordpress.com/2016/02/24/the-qsm-magazine-fourth-issue-coming-soon-humor-parodies-laughter-from-india/ A little promotion for a big deal with our hilarious friend, Anand, who has completed his third issue of the QSM magazine. He kindly printed my “Cane Pain” post as a guest writer. I love his artistic creation of … Continue reading
Person inhabiting a body; birth bringing forth a newborn soul, submitting to dependence, crying for liberty. At last, his own man, finds freedom in submission to God. Life. +++++++++++++++ For more information about nonet poetry: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/nonet.html
Carl, I am thinking of the time we were driving down Meridian Street. Don’t know why—the why is not the reason I am thinking of that ride. What you said to me is the reason I remember. You said something … Continue reading