Casual readers of C.S. Lewis are not always familiar with his supremely balanced view of science and faith. In a world where skeptics allege science …
Christianity, Science & C.S. Lewis
Christianity, Science & C.S. Lewis
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My Mother’s Ghost Sits Next to Me at the Hotel Bar (with recording)
My Mother’s Ghost Sits Next to Me at the Hotel Bar Blue-tinted and red-mouthed, you light a cigarette that glows green between your lips and smells …
My Mother’s Ghost Sits Next to Me at the Hotel Bar (with recording)
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Just a Touch
From long ago, her story is both gripping and miraculous. Is she a mom? It’s not known but in my imagination, I assume she is. As her story spills out from the pages of an ancient book we see her desperation in a life filled with stain, pain, and shame. In spite of hardships her faith never wavered. Although her life may not mirror mine or yours, her story reminds me to keep living in faith while my journey of grief continues.
Her story paints a picture of a woman without an identity, but I will give her one and call her Isabella. She built a life with her husband (I’ll call him Samuel) and their three beautiful sons who she was forced to watch grow up from afar. Why afar? Because her bleeding never stopped after the birth of her third child. Strangely, her womb failed to heal completely…
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Curiosity~ vcl
My little brother
Drowned the cat
In my mother’s wash bucket
That’s a fact.
A kitten actually,
To see, he later said
If it would go to heaven
With God -then it wouldn’t be
Really dead.
Mother breathed
Into its nostrils
A panicked breath of life
That sudsy cat came back.
Scratching and biting
Hissing and snarling
We all agreed
That in his fright,
He had not
Seen God, or
What he had seen
Did not convince him to stay
Much to our delight.
Our kitty looked like this 🤗
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You were built from the Stones🥀 RIP
You were built from the stones
No proof needed, open ended
But before you go off aimlessly
Wandering through the forests
Of sandalwood, and high places
I will take off my glasses
Watchful as a big cat
For the sound of footprints
Lest on too close sight, I miss this
Darling illusion, which struck fear and terror into me.
The art of losing is not too hard to master
I desired my dust to eventually mingle with yours
Anticipating the splash,
The forsaken cry , a rock skipped on water
Rippling, then smoothing the Holy surfaces
Knowing that I have left mine too late
Misjudged your frailties
What draws friends together
To never be alone forever.
Find Your Tribe
Find Your Tribe
Find Your Tribe
— Read on jamesedgarskye.com/2018/08/19/find-your-tribe/
Scilla Elworthy: Fighting With Non-Violence
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Small Stone 2014 – Day 24
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Fine winter drizzle
Gray cloak of clouds hover
In quiet slumber
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