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Good Dough
Like a good doughdestined to become fragrant, hot bread,dripping with melted butter and sweet honey,I, too, occasionally need to be punched down,deflated,returned to an earlier state,and left in a warm, quiet placeto rise again. Like a good dough,I, too, relish a… Continue reading
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The Burning Bush
I am the burning bush,engulfed in flame,but not consumed. I am the burning bush,scorched by cruel circumstance,but not destroyed. I am the burning bush,charred by soul-lost longing,but not devoured. I am the burning bush,beckoning in the desert sun,God's voice, unheeded.… Continue reading
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Moving Forward
Is that a light I seeflickering at the end of this tunnel?Or is it the flame of yet another firewaiting to scorch and scar? I have no choice but to move forward,whatever waits. Or do I? Text and image ©… Continue reading