Category: Poetry
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I am a ship
My mast stands tallSails in the wind. Steady and deep in the water. I’m sailing my course.Since before I met you.Quietly. Imposing. My artist Builder Crafted me with precision. Every detail. Every test. Every touchup. — You are my captain. Under your careI glide. You love me.You bring color.You give direction.You are steady and brave. Determined and clear. I am a shipAnd…
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integrity
When you live a life of integrityDon’t expect recognitionDon’t expect applause.But be ready to stand alone. When you speak upFor the orphansExpect rebukeAnd prepare for the mocking. To recognize The right side up Quiet your spiritAnd close your eyes. Find your balance.Listen to God’s whisper. As elbows will poke youAnd hands will shoveFeet will kickAnd the rebuke…
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Pine cones and pastries
The forest is my fatherWhere we walkAnd he taught meOf his FatherThe peace and the beautyReflected for usAs His cathedralWe pray as we walkTogether and aloneBut not really alone Like him I come to communeWith the world and with GodTo give up my problems To focus on the detailsAnd the big picture The distractions of life fadedThrough…
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Reconciliation
The positive heartIn absence of anotherRemembers and feeds on the good My brother. Your servant heartYour quiet demeanor Not once have I doubted your love And yet. Conflicting signals You hurt.And I don’t understand. Coming homeI sense it’s worse than I thought As I put my self aside I see clearer. I start praying For healingFor understanding For peace Then I am moved With…
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God, don’t waste my gifts
Don’t leave me stuck in my head. In my discouragement. In my depression. Pull me out by my arm. Throw me back into life. Point me into Your direction. CS Lewis observed that war, famine & death ultimately brought out the best in people. Before I knew of this author, I had also instinctively detached…
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About mom
Studying Jacob’s life this last week, we first looked at the father perspective. The next day, we studied then introspected about our own mothers. We were asked with clever insight, to name the first three words that describe our dad, or mom, and three words that describe our relationship with them. These words were our…
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My dad
We spent the week at Lacu Rosu in the mountains, in fellowship and studying the life of Jacob. This year did not unfold as we anticipated. We were thinking we would embark early on, on the adoption adventure, being drawn body and soul to the-grafting-of-lives process. God had other plans. We left behind computers and…
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La miezul noptii, trezita de ploaie in munti, am scris asta
Dintre miile de posibilități si optiuni, ți-am pregătit una specială pe care ai ales-o. Și pe asta o știi. E viața ta cum s-a petrecut pana acum. Si e ok. Lucram cu ea. E chiar foarte bine.
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120 days and a report
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This is the building I wandered through, knocking at multiple doors, looking to get information about adoption. My stomach was in knots, and I had a lot of pent up emotions. I left discouraged. But my feelings in this place have changed so much this year.
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Same Sunday, different perspective
I woke up before sunrise and took Rufus for a run. Sunday, in this part of the world, is still noticeably quiet. Even the guard dogs in the village sleep in. Just the birds are more nosy than usual, maybe just due to the deep Sunday silence.
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How boundaries got me the best husband in the world
It was during the first weeks of dating. We got physical pretty early, if the first night we met counts. As we sat near each other at the restaurant, a few beers into the late evening, Conrad moved his elbow closer and closer to mine, above the table, barely touching my pinky with his pinky.…