I Thought

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I thought I heard you breathe, but it was leaves rustling in the wind—simply high pressure and low, changing places, stirring up desert sands.

I thought I heard you laugh; but peering through the trees, it was only spring melt of winter’s snow, filling and rushing along a creek bed.

I thought I saw your shininess for a split second; but iridescence, refraction, rainbow colors, caressing puffs of condensation are products of the hydrologic cycle—a simple lesson that any school child should know.

I thought I felt your touch, warm and wet, a comfort; but it was simply my dog nuzzling for attention, sharking me with his long collie muzzle, only slightly awake to my stinging need.

It was easier when I was a child—faith, that is—easier before the jading.

Easier before complications,

explanations,

distractions, and disappointments.

But then I thought . . . and I wondered what happened to…

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More Spring Color

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Ranunculus

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Mourning Dove in the Afternoon

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I don’t do windows–well, except 2.  I only clean the 2 bird viewing windows by my computer desk.  This lovely came to pose one soft-light afternoon.

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Easter Sharing

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I Was One

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…………For Easter morn

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Shaken deeper than deep, hiding in the shadows from authorities and creeping fears—named and unnamed,

no light, no hopeful horizon even with the bending rays of first light.

But morning breaks the mourning in thunderous quiet within an unblocked tomb, in a soft step in the garden, and on dusty Jerusalem roads.

Fear breaks,

sin breaks,

and from the inside out a cry of liquid joy flows like a stream—He’s alive.

Just as He said, but we missed it, were blind to it—to Him.

But possibility and promise have rocked the dark kingdoms, and God’s Own has broken through, leading a parade of captives.

I was one.  Praise Him.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: OFF Top

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Weekly Photo Challenge: On Top

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I never need an excuse to post my hummers, but this one is on top of the branch.

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The Silence of Saturday

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………………..for Easter’s waiting Saturday.

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Do you hear the silence in the tomb—hard and lifeless—vacuous hopes of my heart buried in a borrowed grave with one who would save us?

Do you hear the silence in the streets where palms, faded and brittle, blow to the wadis by dry desert winds—blow along with our visions of an overcoming respite?

And the pain of that black moment has dissolved in my tears and loss, and we mourn for him, but probably more for ourselves—myself.

And in the weeping and the regularity of another’s day, a great silence fills and empties me of will and belief.  Behind my eyes, inside my head, the palpable quiet pushes out hope and in my hands where once we held his bread and wine, I hold despair, pressed down, dark, and bloody.

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Crucify Him

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My song for Good Friday…………

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From 1979 I Am Blessed album--Myrrh Records

From 1979 I Am Blessed album–Myrrh Records

(The music starts 22 seconds in.)

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A Study in Chamomile

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