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Monthly Archives: June 2012
Sacred Texts of Summer
Summer is just beginning and so am I. Shall we read Leaves of Grass together? photo by Rev. Teal
Posted in Poems, Seasons
Tagged beginnings, frogs, leaves of grass, nature, solstice, spirituality, summer
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Happy Father’s Day
Happy Father’s Day Our Father, we begin —— –spoken in ancient languages of the Mediterranean – Dear Father, so much bigger than I, how can I see you You are transcendent – Above beyond – and yet – … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Whole Days & Holidays
Tagged blessed, blessings, Father's Day, Our Father, Passion flower, religion, spirituality, theology
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Hell in a handbasket
If you find that everything is going to hell in a handbasket, PUT THE BASKET DOWN, and walk the other way. If you find yourself going to hell in a handbasket, JUMP OUT OF THE BASKET!
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged baskets, dogs, hand baskets, hell, religion, salvation, spiritual, spirituality
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Puddles & Ponds
We are born sponges, If you find yourself a little rung out – Go find another pond to play in for a while – or just stand still in the rain.
Birthday Blessings
I am grateful I was born. I am born today. Born again Born Again and Again in your eyes, every moment you see me I am blessed, I am renewed and I am new. Born right the first time, born … Continue reading