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July 27, 2016

Drought of the Soul

In this wasteland of trials and tribulation pain and suffering illness and loss my soul longs for solace for Your refreshing waters but there is only drought My soul is parched cracking at its brittle seams thirsting for Your well of grace And yet I...

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July 27, 2016

A Dog’s Summer Vacation

I love vacation because I get to spend more time with my mom and dad. Even if a lot of that time is riding in the back seat of the car. Eventually we get out and I get to hang out while they eat their picnic lunch and share pieces of pastrami...

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July 16, 2016

Where Division Begins and Ends

I watched the children at their play Left to their own devices Selfishness and pride ruled the day They seemed to forget what nice is I saw the ones who had no toys Longingly eye the others The rich, the privileged girls and boys Ignored by...

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June 27, 2016

A Betrayal of Roses

He sent six roses As if roses made it okay As if roses washed away feeling betrayed As if roses proved mom’s belief he was one of the good ones As if roses, his cute smile, and his silky blonde hair justified his actions ___________________________________ It’s Quadrille Monday at...

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June 22, 2016

For the Love of Summer

Love keeps no record of wrongs To me summer means love with its hot sunny days and plants blooming everywhere Do you suppose summer keeps a record of winter’s wrongs its harsh cold blizzard blasts freezing rains and icy winds Does summer hold a grudge...

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June 20, 2016

Harenochiame – 晴後雨 はれのちあめ

An outdoor June wedding in the Pacific Northwest is always a crap shoot. You pick a date and hope the weather cooperates, or else don’t care whether it does or not. If a little rain (or an impending thunder storm) is going to ruin your...

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June 14, 2016

An Angel’s Life

I’ve had a blessed life though I didn’t always think it would be so My first memory is praying for the frantic Christmas shoppers at Costco, standing high on a shelf It felt weird to look down on the carts filled with unnecessary things while...

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