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Added by Carol Phelan Aebby on May 14, 2013
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Oh the irony of this mortal situation,
being encased in this temporary flesh.
For I’m momentarily bound to this earth,
although I anticipate my heavenly journey.
At the moment of Christ’s crucifixion,
the temple curtain was torn in two by God,
ripping it from the top to its bottom,
which signified His personal invitation…
for unhindered, one-on-one interaction.
And yet I yearn to feel His presence,
knowing that my sin keeps us separated.
Posted by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on May 17, 2013 at 9:09am
My love gave me a fresh scented white rose.
It smiled tenderly with its natural purity...
I held it to my heart and thought of bliss.
My love gave me a bountiful pink rose...
It made me warm with a deep appreciation;
I, joyfully, kept caressing it heartily!
My love gave me a red…Continue
Posted by Carol Phelan Aebby on May 14, 2013 at 10:46pm
Another season of Spring is here
and again I’m one with the shiny rake.
Will this new tool survive the year,
before in my hand, it eventually breaks?
These annual attempts of mastering physics
of “leaf dynamics”, during the removal of leaves,
is usually a pleasant task of physical joy,
since my searching spirit is at rest and ease.
However, the annoyance of my insect entourage
of gnats, no-see-ums, mosquitoes and black flies
distracts me, from…
Posted by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on May 9, 2013 at 3:45pm
Two thousand and thirteen is the year of twelve moons,
Combining energy to set women's freedom and powers...
Wolf Moon starts the year with hungry howling in the night,
Snow Moon follows as harsh weather impedes growth;
Worm Moon celebrates earthworms and robins return,
Pink Moon of this night moss, pink come bring your light;
Flower Moon of heart and mind, colors and…
Posted by Carol Phelan Aebby on May 7, 2013 at 11:42pm
2007, revised May 2nd, 2013
How neatly northerly she points her tail,
With fluffsome front paws pointing to the south;
Whiskers point west and eastwards, without fail,
Each side of her benignly-smiling mouth.
She navigates from…
Posted by Sara Louise Russell on May 3, 2013 at 8:49pm