Category: Poetry
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Reach
I reach constantly–hands outstretched. I reach… for my phone, but new messages elude me. for her little hand, but she pulls away. for the sky, but it laughs at my height. for his heart and mind, but he closes them. into the mailbox, and get mocked by junkmail. deep inside to give it one more…
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The Death of Death
Monday through Thursday, we load up in our white, basic, paid-off Kia and head off to school. Baby girl no longer bursts with excitement to make the trek as she used to in preschool, but she knows she has to go. In spite of her reluctance to sit for eight hours in a classroom (I…
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Matthew 6
Sitting outside, I watch my rainbow eat pancakes next to her big wheel…a simple pleasure to observe her phenomenal beauty and innocence. She doesn’t know the agony accompanying adulthood. She just enjoys her pancakes while the birds serenade us. The birds don’t worry. The Father provides for them. Didn’t Jesus say how much more would…
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The Massage Therapist
I make the appointment. Too much time has passed since the last time. My muscles cry out for relief–pent up and working overtime clicking away. The clock ticks away among all the other background noise until the appointment arrives. I make sure no conflicts concur on my calendar. Phone goes on DND as I walk…
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