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Treasures in My Life – An Old Tea Leaf Strainer
I collect and keep treasures, I always have. Many I have to this day, a few, taken away from me, have disappeared, others were only mine physically for a short while, but remain and continue to grow within me in worth and beauty, some day by day. Most of the treasures are treasures to...
Once I Saw Waiting
February 28, 2019 For Myles & Theo - July 2020 - Two Blessings in a Troubled & Troubling Year Once I saw waitingFor the light to changeOn a busy cornerAn African-American boyA studentFrom a nearby schoolA tall boyOf a light black-colored skinRound pleasant face, gentle faceEyes ahead...
One Day, It Will Only Be One
March 6, 2019 Just fainting she saidNot eaten for a while Serving dinner at church Finished, awaiting her own filet mignon An extra Sitting high on a stool Felt faint, hand outstretched Security camera caught it all Yes, outstretched armThen outReally whacked head on floorThey saidOuch Able to...
Our God is the Hands of Jesus
Monday, September 14, 2020 Our God is the hands of Jesus upon the face of a three-year-old, gently enfolding, caressing that little face, with love and infinite kindness lifting that face, lifting those eyes, so that the child may gaze into the face, the eyes of God, without fear. God, in His...
Sunday Morning, October 11, 2020
Sunday Morning, October 11, 2020 This Sunday morning, when I began to drink my hot cup of tea, heated up from the evening before in the microwave, always a horror to my daughters, I looked out the window to the street already lit by the morning sunlight, and as I collected my thoughts to prepare...
An Image From The 2016 Election
An Image from the 2016 Election – November 2016 A man described to me how his son, the day after the election, told him that a friend, a boy in his 5th grade class, was crying at school. The father knew this friend and knew why he was crying. His son’s friend was Muslim. Smiling...
When I Was Three
When I was threeMy daddy taught meHow to sit under the orange tree in springTo catch the smell of the blossomsWhile I played under the treeWith my tea cup, Baby Mary and me When I was threeMy daddy would read to meIn the evening after supperWe would share a hot cup of teaAnd be cozy with the crazy...
Good Signs – Sunday Message – Three Photos Attached – The First One is of the Sun Beginning to Set with the Air Much Cleaner of the Smoke
Good Signs - Sunday Message - Three Photos Attached - The First One is of the Sun Beginning to Set with the Air Much Cleaner of the Smoke *** Second Grandson, this is your Sunday message, and as you can see I have attached three photos, the first one is of the sun beginning to set with the air now...