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Saturday, December 15, 2007

KIRTAP’S ILLNESS

KIRTAP’S ILLNESS Kirtap has fallen ill. Bed rest, home remedies, nothing helps. He only worsens. He needs to go to the hospital. But he associates hospitals with pain, exorbitant prices, discomfort, and really awful food. He will not go; instead, he chooses to languish, lamenting his sickness while... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 14, 2007

SAND AND WATER

SAND AND WATER I am the flowing sand and water that call for freedom from the hard concrete prison into which they have been transformed. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 13, 2007

THE PERFECT WRENCH

THE PERFECT WRENCH Why do you wait For healing on a silver platter? I’ve given you the perfect wrench For all the nuts and bolts of your wound. I give you the raw materials, the tools, the grace and time But you are My healing hands. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 12, 2007

TRIMMING THE SAILS

TRIMMING THE SAILS Time, you propel me like a gale caught in the sails of desire that I have made too large for this little life! Becalm me not, nor overwhelm me so, and I will trim my sails and hold my course straight on ‘till you are consummated in glory. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 11, 2007

THE OVERCOAT

THE OVERCOAT I donned my overcoat to warm myself against the cold hell of my wounds. Will you help me shed it as we gather ‘round the fire of acceptance? ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 10, 2007

THE POOL

THE POOL All our past is but a springboard from which we leap through now into tomorrow. The pool is full of living! ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 9, 2007

CAPTURING THE BEAUTY

CAPTURING THE BEAUTY Dying leaf dances in the sun. I watch, then my empty hand goes by instinct into my pocket as if wanting to capture the beauty. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 7, 2007

WHEN THERE’S NOBODY WITH YOU AT MIDNIGHT

WHEN THERE’S NOBODY WITH YOU AT MIDNIGHT When the old year is gone and the new rung in, We remember so much that’s gone by; We cling to yesterdays, we’re full of tomorrow, But we lose today and we wonder why. When the clock strikes twelve and the cheer goes up, When all embrace, singing Auld Lang... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 6, 2007

PRAYER FOR THE THIRD SUNDAY OF ADVENT

PRAYER FOR THE THIRD SUNDAY OF ADVENT You Who were born in a stable when the innkeepers turned Your Mother away, come! You who had no place to lay your head, come! We open to You the mansions of our hearts. As we exchange our gifts, we give to You the gift of our lives, Receiving with gladness the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 5, 2007

COLD-NOSE MORNINGS

COLD-NOSE MORNINGS I love these cold-nose mornings When the roofs and lawns become icons of the ice feathers of the sky, When Horse browses in a mist stained orange by the rising sun, When sunrise sings the glowing promise of spring soon to return, When I have to dredge through layers of clothing to... Sign in to see full entry.

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