Letter of the Week
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Rearview Mirror and Windshield
A year in the rearview. A year ahead. I’m grateful for breath and living. I’ve learned much about grief and loss. These I will survive, but they will always be a part of me. Out the front windshield, there is hope and open expanse. Come light, adventure, learning, and growth. Amen.
About the Archivist
A Warrior Poet. To live fully, the pen must accompany the sword. To have one without the other, for me, is living incomplete. The fruit of the pen is for me. If it serves you, I am thankful.
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I look up to the mountains; does my strength come from mountains? No, my strength comes from God, who made heaven, and earth, and mountains.
The blazing sun burns my face with little atmosphere between us. The ancient wind harkens from eons away, whipping the sand from crushed rock against my cheeks. Skies showing off a blue I have never before known. White, red, and countless shades of brown rock surround and arch overhead. White clouds adorn the blue, skirting…
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Devastating Beauty & Gratefulness
On this 7th day of a devastatingly beautiful display of the sometimes overwhelming power of nature, I choose to see the beauty; I pray for those who are still without power; I pray for those who were cold before this storm arrived; I pray for those families who have lost loved ones to carbon monoxide…
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Would you know my name, if I saw you in Heaven?
There are those whom we are blessed to share some of life with. Some of these are lost to us far too soon. Even though I wouldn’t want him to be other than where he is now, I just want a cup of coffee with him today. My heart is broken in every way, but…
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Hurt
From within: Origin unknown Presence unquestioned Head, heart, eyes blown Resolution untested From without: Known visitor Unwelcomed an unwanted Been here before Leave or run the gauntlet From my hand: Never wanted to But it happened Never meant to Hearts dampened From yours: You may not know You may not recall Wasn’t just me, so…
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Golden Promise Surrender
It’s not magic – the floor just fell throughYou say trust me, but that’s all my work to doHow can something so small fill up the whole damn roomWalls are pushing in – don’t think this will be my tomb Holding it together as I fall up through the floorHolding it together for just a…