Magic
Magic We were talking about magic as we drove along a crowded Sunday highway when the whirl of wings made...
Magic We were talking about magic as we drove along a crowded Sunday highway when the whirl of wings made...
I HAVE ROADS IN ME Winding within my arteries into distant hills of memories, where dreams float like dandelion fibers...
The Beginning of Real Time Almost morning, somewhere along the edge of March, I woke to a moment so still,...
Beloved Is Where We Begin – Jan Richardson https://intrinsicheart.com/beloved-is-where-we-begin/ How the Rose Works – Cassie Premo Steele (Not found online...
THERE IS NO WORD FOR GOODBYE Sokoya, I said, looking through the net of wrinkles into wise black pools...
By Wendell Berry, excerpted from What Are People For? ~~~~~~~~~~~ Of Love by Mary Oliver I have been in love...
There is at the back of all our lives an abyss of light, more blinding and unfathomable than any abyss...
SUNSET Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You...
The Best Poem Ever – Brian Doyle https://www.christiancentury.org/artsculture/poems/best-poem-ever When I Met My Muse – William Stafford http://phys.unm.edu/~tw/fas/yits/archive/stafford_whenimetmymuse.html All My Body...
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark We grow accustomed to the Dark — When light is put away — As...
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