Tag Archives: Death

My Mother Dear

I buried my mother in my journal in red ink with large angry letters that accused her of dying on purpose just to spite me I buried my mother in the Firehole River at Yellowstone among the towering green trees … Continue reading

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The Joshua Tree

The desert dry, the bitter heat Home sweet home to prickly pear Lizards striped and scorpions mean A climate only the strong can bear King of them all, the Joshua Tree A reminder of Who watches and cares Waters the … Continue reading

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Losing the Glimmer

In my deepest depression, I thought often how much easier it would be if I was dead. The unbearable pain never seemed to let up. But I didn’t consider suicide. Instead I slept. If I didn’t have to be anywhere … Continue reading

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Nina, Tiny but Mighty

Between Good Friday and Easter of this year, a sweet young woman from my church, the daughter of a dear friend, went home to be with Jesus. She fought a week-long battle with complications from the flu that infected her … Continue reading

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The Shepherd’s Door

The door the Shepherd opened No one can ever close The door to His tomb was sealed How it was opened He knows By it He made the only way For us to be redeemed Though the people thought He … Continue reading

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Good Friday Mystery

The thick veil ripped in two Darkness covered all the land As the Spirit of God departed the body of Jesus the man How it transpired a mystery Our fragile minds cannot grasp Sins on the cross all forgiven When … Continue reading

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Porcelain Girl

She couldn’t have been more than seventeen Her porcelain cheeks framed by a knit cap ­­·····and Columbia Sportswear winter coat ·····Rubber-soled Sorel boots to protect her feet from unexpected February snow As she traversed the cross walk ·····I thought the … Continue reading

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