Tag: freedom
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Safe
From the pebble beach of Blue Marsh Lake that yellow September day, I gazed at the sky above the vicious locust trees and asked Jesus what he had to say to me. “A storm is coming.” That’s what I thought he said. Had I just imagined the words? A wisp of mare’s tail cloud hung…
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Don’t You Give Up On A Miracle
Little Green Journal Entry “I dreamed last night that I was apprehended by a tall teenage thug, built and styled like a wrestler. I was walking down a stairwell in New York City, and he opened the street door, about to climb up. We stood face to face. My heart was pounding. I don’t remember…
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In Which I Say a Bad Word
“!?&#! Hold my hand, baby!” My niece stretched her hand towards me agreeably and I boosted her up the rock slab, farther away from the precipice. She was tilting her face, totally oblivious to my racing heart or my visions of her receiving (not her first) broken bone. “Holy craft? What holy craft?” I tried…
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Independence Day, All Day, Errry Day
Do you know what it’s like to be free? Does it feel like a triumphant march, bold, brazen and unstoppable? Does it feel like an entirely new government, a government that actually has your best interest in mind? Does it feel like a fireworks show, loud, colorful and unpredictable? Maybe just a tad dangerous? Does…
A Blurred Reflection 