Sherlocked, Still

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I wanted the mystery
I’m not the only one
It’s still there, waiting
And it never runs
Nor tries to hide

So I spy
Sometimes unintentionally
With my little hoping eye
And see
Intrigue smile at me — what glee!

Thankful for such prophecy
This jubilant rush
Calls with none notice
And we run…and we see
Magnificat unlocked

Inspiration Credit: Psalm 103:1; “Bless the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name!”

Wow ‘em

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Show me what to draw with my crayons, oh Lord!
Lead the dance of my heart and feet!
If, people would see you in all my art
Then, my walk on Earth is complete

Art Credit: Lyla, age 6; March 2014

Dedicated to Lyla, who has never been afraid to be bold with her art, and Mom, who has never been afraid to be bold with her heart. Happy Birthday, today, epic ladies!

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O Coppery-satin bomber jacket, Coppery-satin bomber jacket! Wherefore art thou, Coppery-satin bomber jacket? Deny thy Goodwill bin and refuse the ravages of time….

Go

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Imagine unbreathing for some forescore years, then having a time come to pass
When clarity, friend, helps you inhale again — Particulates gone, at long last!

Regaining the truth you’d abandoned to fog and the voice in your head not your own
Such oxygen acts as a nitrous lead foot — the checkered flag’s yours, welcome home!

Guttural Cry

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The movie house has shut its doors
The Nepalese cafe burned down
Some ocean somewhere lost its salt
Some mountain range fell to the ground

Our schoolhouse — just a memory
Our hometown, your address belies
Just you, just me, but never we
Just why won’t time become goodbye

West With East

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In such seeming eve of winter
This prophetic promise
The color will come back
Must the sun stay shallow
No!
Nor the green-gold, buried
Hearken days when cold, cold steel had not stolen light
Lift your eyes
Stride bold, through “til end of night

Original Inspiration Credit:
Psalm 121
1 I lift my eyes unto the hills, where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: He that keepeth thee will not slumber.
4 Behold, He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: He shall preserve thy soul.
8 The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.