Category: Poetic Rambling
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The Daily Bread
The table held a simple loaf—brown, uneven, still warm. It was not made in haste. The hands that brought it there had touched flour before dawn, water measured by instinct, salt added with memory, not spoons. It had waited, still…
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The Sky of Promise
They leaned out the window, faces lit with wonder, taking in the world like it was made just for them— so full of life. I stood behind them as they looked out, seeing the promise in that endless sky. I…
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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,…