Tag: Christ
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Nature
My soul must be crooked – not curved – I mean. It must have angles and open boxes, not fissures, cracks, or splits, but myriad unclosed cubes. For as round as my universe is, for all the atmosphere and vaporous aura, for the spheres of planets and bright balls of gas shining around my sky,…
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Lonely Writer’s Song
“When my spirit is failing within me, still, Lord, you know my paths.” ~ Psalm 142:4 The middle of the day is dead of night to me, the evening even more; But Lord, you know my heart, my mind, my soul; you are near me upon this desolate shore. When everything is darkness, when everyone…
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The Better Part (Luke 10:38-42)
A warm mug rests in my hands while fairies, gossamer skirts and wings floating, chase their little monster through the house. I watch them run past empty and full laundry baskets, over the clean, unfolded towels and sheets. The breakfast dishes wait on the table while I stare at holiness in bare feet, Christ in…
Amy Secrist 