Category: Poetic Rambling
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Easter Morning
The tomb is empty. And that changes everything. Light over darkness. We can breathe — away from fear, from indifference, from the noise of the world — and into the stillness where love sings. It isn’t about perfection or knowing…
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The Feast of Light
There is a hush I feel inside lately. A silence that doesn’t come from peace, but from absence.Something is missing.Something soft. Maybe it is love.Maybe we’ve placed it on a shelf,dusted it with words,called it sentimental.Old-fashioned.Inconvenient. Tomorrow is a kind…
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Breaking Bread- Holy Thursday
There is something in the breaking of bread that feels older than memory, older than the words we speak at a ritual. It is not about ceremony, not really. It is about that moment when one hand reaches toward another,…
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Becoming Spring
After winter, when seeds have sat in silence, waiting, something stirs— Quiet, unseen, beneath the soil it’s not about rushing the bloom, but trusting the thaw. Life, like a flower doesn’t force its way out of the cold—it listens, it…
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Blessed is the One Who Comes…
Palms rustle like whispers of hope in dry wind, waved by hands that know both praise and pain—children’s voices echo hosannas down dust-veiled roads where ancient stones remember every footstep, every march. A king once rode humbly, not with might…
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Sunday Compassion
In a world often divided by differences, compassion is when love isn’t earned or deserved, but a generous act of grace photo of paper mask found online DIY