Peace and Praise

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Stolen Humanity?

Rising like a dough boy and noticing somewhere buried inside is a gumby joint that aches from traipsing through slightly crusted over snow drifts of my mind. The type of drift that kindly takes the full weight of me then collapses and sinks ice crystals into sloppy snow boots. All the while carrying a heavy…


The burning eye looking and laughing at the inhabitant of the doghouse will hopefully wet the magnifying glass. The fly by nights with the emotional capability of moth balls dare to infiltrate the hardened sand pains of my fortress. And like one of Abraham’s childen I have stayed in their snare for sunsets on ages…

Medical – – – Man-u-el

Share croppers to lords– when company preaches, do you hide? It may be best to twist their truth, to misalign, to set-up–fall. Hidden with microphones, headsets, cameras, and computers computing the winner of tic tac toe. Recording reactions, intentions of sullied laughter from muddy hearts. Deadened decline to contamination–and “can you limbo lower?”– to go…

I’m just a magpie who sings like a chickadee.

“It is well, it is well, with my soul. My saviour God calls out to me and it is well, it is well, it is well with my soul.”

Horatio G Spafford