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My Voice Outstretched

For me, singing is like following a rainbow through black rain.It is like crepuscular rays that rupture leaden skies. Singing is like walking in an unmarked place, lost, not sure of prayer or path and seeing far off the pinpoint … Continue reading

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My Book of Uncommon Prayers: These Frail Threads

I don’t want to be naïve again, speech peppered with Praise the Lord’s and God Bless You’s, and other Christian slang, as if by filling in the blanks I could sanctify the moment. I meant well. There are elements I … Continue reading

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As if in a Dream

I look through my own grid, and I’m not sure how to see differently. I know just how you feel– well, not really. I can imagine walking in your shoes, but truth is I don’t. I can imagine feeling what … Continue reading

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Surrender

Surrender feels like failure. It feels depressing, like giving up. There is a darkness to it, a weight to it—the unwilling outmanned, outmaneuvered, surrounded, and pressed to defeat. Surrender feels like exhaustion. It feels compressing, like yielding up the last … Continue reading

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Whispers

Whispers thread through the flaming rage, almost lost, almost imperceptible, drowned out by opinion, history, frenzied fury, and flailing fists. The whispers tip toe in my tossing mind, seeking a place to land and be heard. They are the filaments … Continue reading

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There is a trust . . .

There is in trust a writing between the lines. I trust you, but that trust expects an outcome acceptable to me. My blank slate of surrender has a lot of smudges around the edges—things like “Don’t make it hurt,” “Let … Continue reading

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My Book of Uncommon Prayers: Willing To Be Defeated

I used to be cocksure, willing to trample fragile souls for the sake of being right. And it hurts to think I was so unlike Your sacrificial kindness, so unlike Your bleeding, selfless truth. May I be willing to be … Continue reading

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There is a line . . .

There is a line in the sand, and I dare not cross— but funny thing about sand and funny thing about lines, they wash away with beating waves, leaving a skimming reflection where surety used to be. So maybe instead … Continue reading

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Significance

S ensing the need to feel I mportant, –> that thoughts, actions, and G ifts really matter, not just in the big scheme of things, N ot just ticks on nature’s timepiece, I ntertwined with myriad others, who F ashion … Continue reading

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Furious Words

Words, words, analysis, paralysis, and the real needs of many are displaced and replaced with swirling, ever changing, news coverage. Money spent, reputations rent, as all of these Solomon moments, as all of these vacuous comments suck oxygen, abandon needy. … Continue reading

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