Tag: Poem

  • Sunday Prayer

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    Chilly fall morning, the deck rimed with frost. Warm and serene at the kitchen table in the early hours of the day. Buddy’s outside, bright yellow ball closely guarded at his side, erect and alert, nose twitching – sniffing, sniffing something interesting in the air. The sky ribboned in pale blue, rose and the faintest…

  • Sunday Poem

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    For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid There is a country to cross you will find in the corner of your eye, in the quick slip of your foot–air far down, a snap that might have caught. And maybe for you, for me, a high, passing voice that finds its way by being afraid. That…

  • Sunday Prayer

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    Daniela
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    Listening The goose cries, and there is no way to save her. So many cheeps come from the nest by the river. If God doesn’t listen, why are we listening? Very deep water covers most of the globe. Whenever I see it, I think of St. John. There is no remedy for deep water but…