he summers here in whispered springtime worship behind a forest misted like the wind --asks: when will these delirious purple moments recall the smooth and languid sleep of sin? and singing sweet of luscious places shadowed, of dreaming under sordid bitter moons; bare petall'd power floods the diamond winter and death is yet a beauty-- all too soon. NsB 02-09-02 "dandelion"
A few poems....(1) From the refrigerator door.
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On the Road...
We'll be heading out on Saturday for a month-long mission trip to Papua New Guinea. Committed to trying to blog daily while there - will be sharing…
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Drive-By posting: Miriam
In case anyone is wondering what my daughter is up to these days, here she is! In other news, today was an ER day from hell, and I'm going to bed…
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Sauntered in at 0730 with the intention of meeting fellowship director, who gives a lie to the old-dogs-new-tricks mantra, for a little chat about…
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