Sitting by the lake, your peace rolls in, rippling rows dancing with the water lilies. They soak in sunshine, pale yellow arms reaching up into light, their green pads waltzing with waves. I watch and wait, my soul-petals lifted, loving you and your creative love of little things— like lily pads, like me. I amContinue reading “Prayer Beside Lily Pads”
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Where Joy Sprouts
“Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices!” Deep inside me is a place where joy sprouts in darkness, warm with body blood pumping, thumping, the beat of the soul. It’s that place, invisible, who and what I am. Cells, tissue, tendon, muscle and rustle of movement bond wholly with me in singing andContinue reading “Where Joy Sprouts”
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