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Category Archives: somethin’
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voices and friends . poetry reading
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Welcome to our second voices and friends.
I just had the best time listening to all of you read last week.
You all did a great job! Yea!
Last weeks post is here.
The “voices and friends group” on Facebook is here.
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God’s Word
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blue gathered
still life
at a loss
What can one say
when there is nothing
to say
no words come
to mind
when heart aches
deep sorrow
to grieve doubled over
pain turning to numbness
curled up
in my own
flesh and bone
Nearer my God to Thee
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Through the the joys and losses in this life… God is.
Draw near to Him.
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Nearer, My god to Thee
(info. and photos from wikipedia)
The verse was written by the English poet and Unitarian hymn writer Sarah Flower Adams (1805–1848) at her home in Sunnybank, Loughton, Essex, England, in 1841. It was first set to music by Adams’s sister, the composer Eliza Flower, for William Johnson Fox‘s collection Hymns and Anthems.
mere christianity . by c.s.Lewis
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| C. S. Lewis |
starry night
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one word at a time
Every two weeks there is a word prompt for Tuesday’s “One Word at a Time Blog Carnival.” Peter Pollock is the host. And Peter’s blog is where we (or you) can add a link to a post on carnival day (like today). And this time the word is “innocence.” You are welcome to click on over and read a couple of the posts that are linked there and share your ideas. ❀
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Though seeing, they do not see;
though hearing they do not hear or understand.
In them is fulfilled the prophecy of Isaiah:
You will be ever hearing but never understanding;
you will be ever seeing but never perceiving.
For this people’s heart has become calloused;
they hardly hear with their ears,
and they have closed their eyes.
Otherwise they might see with their eyes,
hear with their ears,
understand with their hearts
and turn, and I would heal them.
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Love the Lord your God with all your heart
and with all your soul and with all your mind.
poetry, friends and school
Today i am very wiggly excited to have blog friends recording their voices and leaving the link on my post.
Voices are that extra layer of icing. One more dimension of my friends. One more way that we are sharing. It’s totally fun to hear the words and voices.
It’s is good to get to know people better and have these places to connect.
I am also thinking of my youngest, CJ starting high school tomorrow. She and I still need to go to the store for a few last minute things.
The weather is looking good today. Sunny is what we need, as we had so much cool cloudy weather, this year. The grapes are a bit behind normal, so we need a few extra weeks of sun, before that old rain returns. But, we won’t think of rain today. No…not today.
note: L.L. , the “Mindfulnes”s book sounds good. I am almost done with “Mere Christianity.”
voices and friends . poetry reading
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Since Mr. Stinky and SoundCloud are not behaving well together on my blog, i now have a blog that is just for my poetry sound recordings. You will see my post link below.
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second thoughts
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poem reading and linky test post
I would like to do a post once every couple of weeks where friends can record their reading of a poem, post it, and then link it here.
I have been having a little fuss with the soundcloud recordings on my posts when i use mister linkey. So i am trying it again. The sound recording widget window moves over to the right, but the sensitive area that should align with the image of the play button is unseen and over to the left of said image of the play button.
But when i deleted the whole post along with the mister linky and the widget window for the sound recording, all of the other sound recording widget windows on the other posts went back to normal.
Anyway here are the written words…
Pages of White
the venerable dogwood
stood alone
in a sea of grass
hauntingly dark limbs
outstretched
into night
beginning to give way
to the whisper of day
remembering
the promise of spring
and the blossoms held
pressed
between pages of white
each one a poem
the words rise
with the wind
flowering words
a most shimmering feast
in the warmth of day
okay, i tried again. mr. linky is still messing up the soundcloud widget placement.














