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Thursday Guest Post — three Voices three Poems

Katherine Burgess — a prayer that is so often forgotten Lord, this day I thank you For all those people Who signed their organ donor cards Who made it possible for others To have a better quality of life To … Continue reading

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Summer garden, my response to “Winter Frost”

The purple spikes of blazing star liatris have drawn monarch butterflies into the corner garden of yellow and orange daylilies — horns as wildly various in shape as a jazz band — and mums of burgundy and rust tricked to … Continue reading

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Poems from a Silent Retreat, Aotearoa / New Zealand

Erice Fairbrother writes that leading a silent retreat over the last couple weeks gave her an opportunity for much writing of poems. Compline Those that lie here Beneath these crosses do not lie;   This green, tended place marks the … Continue reading

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Benediction for a Women’s Poetry Group

May you drink the cup of hope, feel your pulse … not to speak of God’s beat hear the words that will be silent until you stand up to speak them yourself. May all your women tell you to write … Continue reading

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Heartspeak by Todd Jenkins

Glad to share another one of Todd Jenkins beautiful poems. I find the words uniquely interesting having recently come through surgery and certainly remembering well coming through grief and how I can feel a tangible difference between one person and … Continue reading

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A week before the knee replacement – Improv on Philippians 2:5-11

It’s been a long time since this knee could bend at the name of Jesus, or anything else – the challenge to clamber over rocks on a hillside hiking with teenagers in spite of their playlists and texts, the sharp … Continue reading

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Monday’s child

I never read aloud the childhood fortune-telling rhyme because both my children were born on a Wednesday. and it seemed unfair, so random. Profiling always is. Just like that – black American teenager, downstairs neighbor, or young woman who is … Continue reading

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