Fire Department

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In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?

Soul searching is hard work. Does it not usually cause a sense of alone-ness that might make us press pause on that search? May it be we each see it through and fire fear.

I learned you’ve always been near
I never needed to fear
Earth’s spinning had me confused
Fodder for Satan to use

Told to think as I ought to
It left me treading water
And pulled me far from you
Pulled me far from you

If this magic will be mine
Will it mean the end of time
‘cause I thought you never, never, never, would arrive
Spirit, you have arrived

Undormant Days

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Dear, Flower — forlorn, with hidden hue
Look at the intricacy of you!
Weeds cause our chaos, but our growth too
Seek now, the Sun, and newer views

Greetings, great Blossom —
here, you’ll grow tall
Bees and buds bring forth God’s love
When rain falls
You’re planted…in this garden, afterall

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

This City-life

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God, give us the time machine
To show us what we hope to see

The way the wool would flow and float around
Our happy ankles

When we walked free and were let be
In the Garden, there

Oh, wear and tear and fibre’s snare
Since we’ve not tak’n good, good care
To guard against the urban’s grey
The droughted field’s thirst at mid-day

Lord
Please take this pain away

You’ve said they know not what they’ve done
And we forgive them, too
Each one

With prayer and hope
And You
We
Are
Made
Anew and clean

God, You are our Time Machine

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

Stopped

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What problem?
Lord knows
We were fed and safe and tucked in at night, with somewhere to go in the morning

The air was magic
Man, was the air magic
For us, at least — which was the problem

The laughter spilled
Our future felt filled
It was all more than we could ask for

And we didn’t have to ask — which was the problem

We didn’t ask whether they could spell magic
Whether laughter flowed from their windows
Were their futures filled?

Were their babies and boys and men fed and safe and tucked in at night, with somewhere to go in the morning?
Lord knows
And that’s our problem

Team Gravity

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Mighty, mighty Satellites
Together, we preserve the tide

We wax, we wane, though never fade
Our force detected through the day

We’re New, we’re Full, we’re Gravity
No Cloud obscures the Light we see

A pow’r couple, acting odd
We, dwellers in the City of God

My Genesis

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Maybe we needed That Wind
That Spirit, changing us from within

Raging ‘gainst our window’s panes
Rattling our beliefs about what’s right

When morning came
Sand was shook and rock now stands

How much longer would the night have been
Praise God for That Wind

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!