the Beloved
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He Calls Our Names
He stands on the platform,barely visible nowthrough the smoke that wreaths and wraps his lean, scarred body. One by one,clean as a knife edge,he calls our names (mine, yours). Our destinies,like the smoke,like our lovingly articulated names,rise heavenward. Text and… Continue reading
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The Simplest Prayer
What is the simplest, most elemental prayer?Some say, "Help!"Others say, "Thanks!"Or perhaps it is "Wow!"uttered in moments of unanticipated wonder(or for the inarticulate and our animal cousins: "!"). I say,for all living, breathing beings,the quintessential prayer is this: <sigh> whether… Continue reading