Tag: Adorers Door
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Wasted in the Wilderness
A TRIP before EASTER> > > >LENT………. And Jesus, FULL OF THE HOLY SPIRIT returned from th Jordan and was led by the SPIRIT in the wilderness Luke 4:1 “He split rocks in the wilderness and gave them drink abundantly as from the deep.” Psalms 78:15 ESV I think I will, I will drink I…
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closets
“Come out of that closet child? lets go somewhere” I would coaxed my daughter many afternoons. Forever I will remember the face of her reluctant obedience as she would leave behind her beautiful world to go walk with me to a park. As we walked she would awaken out of her imaginary world . Slowly…
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Live Stream
They said that I could not come and see you They said I could imagine you were here with me They said I should dress as if you were coming to see me They said I should put chair and cross and water out for you So I did , I dressed , I lit…
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Ashes , Ashes, we all fall down
What shall we do in this vineyard of palms ? where Prudentius’s vices are verdant fronds? where we pretend to be “Blessed “trunks from the very first psalm While our roots sit shallow in a climate so calm What shall be our song ? While vile villains and viruses threaten the crop ? shall we…
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Parched
His lips are like concrete cracked beneath a florescent sun my hands are gloved blue to hold one more moistened sponge not hyssop or wine, nor vinegar,whiskey or the enemy gall just one drop of water, i say …” one drop , the physician says that all.” his eyes draw open , a pool of…
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Petals For The King
There are rose petals on the sidewalk outside the Church today. I nod to them as I walk to the chapel. I see them lay prostrate. Unattached alone. Emojis of Advent. anyone who passes can see them. I cannot nod at those who walk beside me. They have head down at feet or phone. We…
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Acedia
UP from THE COUCH, away from ACEADIA , I rise “ACEDIA ,excuse me, I sense I must exit to leave. Because , It is NOW too late for me to roll up a sleeve. Somehow now I see I cannot wrestle you away from this place. I see that You have put a choke hold…
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My Everlasting New
I told them “time is always new when it finds its rest in you.” I told them of days so pure yet wild , with your love so true. How it is lit with flashes of your Face Of never setting Rays .. Dew drips Mercy on mornings “Amen ” from you oh Ancient of…
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A Thanks Giving (Eucharist)
We have no thanks to give ‘til what’s dead comes to LIFE Our bodies code blue from a heart killed by strife. Whats dead cannot praise ! Limp arms cannot raise! What’s dead cannot sing! Nor speak of a good thing! Whats dead cannot open eyes Or have strength of legs to rise! Now ,…