The ticking of the clock divides the morning
into equal slices of time spent and gone.
Foisted upon the relentless days, it ever reminds her
of this backstage rehearsal for eternity’s untime:
the bittersweet welcome of the farewell to morning.
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If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too.
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Spiritual Direction for Integrated Living
From liquid courage to Sober Courage
an anamcara exploring those close encounters of the liminal kind
Collaborating with the Muses to inspire, create, and illuminate
...in such kind ways...
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Blog for poet and singer-songwriter Malcolm Guite
…in the thick of things
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Seeking that which is life giving.
… hope is oxygen
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