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Thirsty, thankful heartsraised, open cups heldaloft, receive the joy of songand words,healed in the hearing. We ferry the preciousbounty via voice andtone, conduits of the balmthat is the bounty of praise,pouring into vessels,empty to be filled. Parched lips receivethe draught and splash inthe glory drops, wash inthe words, bask inthe golden sound as it channelslife…
Glory be to Godfor susurrous memory,the quiet whispers of bonnybeach walks sailing over azure skiesborn of a windy world.Efflorescence hurls worldsof wondrous words, a witness born of plentiful peace, sprung from a place of singing.Worshipful worlds of Spirit peace,sprung from a place of singing.Praise Him.~~~~~~ In October of 2016 my gifted friend K.C. Ireton and I co-facilitated…
The ‘shuff, shuff, scritch’ of my sneakers against the damp leaves interrupts the sound of quiet on this woodsy walk. A flicker’s cry breaks in high above while I step over the dank patterned tree life at my feet. The path before me is almost entirely covered in debris revealing just the smallest glimmers of emerald…