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Six Word Stories (26)

When we listen to music, we hear the rhythm of a spirit. When we make music together, that’s a kind of lovemaking. An intimacy. A sharing of existence. It’s not touch. It doesn’t need words. But it invites all who hear into this space. A controlled chaos of language and emotions. A corporate call. Worship.…
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Chords

A single Wave came awake. Was it particles all clumped together? No. It was sound. A singleness that moved and bounced and collided with its siblings within the darkness.
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Life Saving Poetry

Bypass lips, and tongue, to ask a soul a question. The answer you will get is a journey. My friend John at Thoughts, Dreams and Enigmatic Things blog asked me to write something he could share on his own blog. I was honored when he asked, and had to take a good long think about…
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Learning to grow in silence can be hard. Sometimes we think all the action happens when our lives are spinning at a crazy pace. But we still grow in silence. It’s like a child doing most of his growing while asleep. Or a brain learning when it’s allowed to be bored. When WE are silent,…
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The Mourning Dove is not a creature I ever thought about before our first homeschool unit last September. There are several pairs that call our neighborhood home, and a few of them even wintered here instead of flying south. Our feeder was a welcome buffet. Their call is a haunting song of love. I was…
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Cherishing People While Creating

It’s thrilling, letting yourself get swept sway in the moment of creation… Then someone interrupts you. A child tugs on your sleeve, or the phone rings. A spouse calls from down the hall, “Are you done yet?”
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It’s the little things that decide weakness or strength. It’s the unguarded places that erosion starts. Mountains are raised by pressure and flattened with quakes, while water and ice brake walls. Humans crack under pressure, our pieces scattered. I am learning not to fear the brake so much. Because I have seen the art in…
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What is hope? An intangible thing that all humanity grasps for. Sometimes I imagine I can feel it’s edges like a feather soft thing, just out of reach. But is it really out of reach? Is hope something to be grasped? No. Hope is experienced, not held. Hope is found but not possessed. It lives…
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Delight

Do you delightin melike a piece of poetry, understood by poetdifferentlythen reader? Do you rejoiceto seeevery part of me, as I spill words across your page? Free to bepure alchemymixed by Creator’s quill. Bubbling with will. Rephrasing me,EMBOLDENED be, speaking full while hushed and still. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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He knew the sound of a healthy engine. He could tell what was off… The sound wasn’t right.
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