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I want to sleep deeply in a minor key
Need that old emerald sea washing over me
Sprinkles of “should have” drop into the sand
A seeker, a woman, just had to love that man
I put my mind on pause till the midnight moonrise
I smile a reverent smile when the church bells chime
Painted soft flames of love lick around my heart
The shadow of a poet she is only catching sparks
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Oh how all the Kings have fallen
From their high and lofty thrones!
The white Knights are soiled with black death
none of them call upon Almighty God!
All the people lie constantly so the innocents die
Their evil makes a mockery of Almighty God!
Oh if only they would cry from deep hearts
and give up their ego and selfish ways!
I, Almighty God have made a way to redeem them
Only I have saved them with my own right hand!
I desire mercy and compassion above all else
I, Almighty God have spoken for all to hear!
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Part of me just won’t show
what she needs or what she knows
The anger lies beneath the wind
the fury stirs it up again
What did I think would happen
what do I have to lose?
Turn my mourning into dancing
I put on my high-heeled shoes
I can’t drown my sorrow
breathe through the smoky haze
I don’t want to work tomorrow
but the Fiddler must be paid.
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There is something Holy about the Sunrise
I picture angels filling the heavens behind the Sun’s rays and even more angels among us on earth
All of them singing in worship to God each day
Like a daily Resurrection of His Glory evident to humans once again
I see the center of my own self
.All the garbage and the pearls
My heart opens up like a bleeding Rose cleansing me from within and once again The Holy brings peace out of chaos
I am reminded the well -designed small life I live is not by chance and this is a new day…
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The days move like mercury
the horizon is melting in the heat
I can smell the burn of asphalt
the summertime songs playing on repeat…
The rhythm of life drumming through my skull
the heartbeat of longing comforts me
I can smell the scent of new life
rising up from the salty sea breeze…
Drifting on a sunny day
The days move like mercury
There is nowhere else I’d rather be
than dreaming in this life with you…
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The summer sun is baking the side walks and streets.
The Texas horizon looks like a melting mirage.
Summer solstice has arrived and a few things never change.
Even in the shade it is one hundred degrees.
My grandchildren have begun their love affair with the sprinkler and popsicles.
In the backyard with their parents.
And wonderful cool sheets for an afternoon nap.
And all is right with my world today and I am grateful.
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You can look for me on the streets or home
my footprints are there but I may be gone
There is a scent of rose and a south wind breeze
a slight Texas drawl and a gospel hymn…
They say no one knows where they belong
without a doubt I know this is wrong
For every step taken must be redeemed
this journey’s path is seldom what it seems…
You can look for me in this Texas town
where all my roots lay deeply in the ground
A sense of strength and a southern swag
and a Gulf Coast pull that calls me back…
You can look for me on the streets or home
Some familiar paths and some still unknown
You will hear my laugh dancing in the trees
the cottonwood’s shade as the church bells ring…
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The moon was out
Venus and Mars shined brightly
Her pockets were full of hope
She stepped between this second in time
And the second before it
Then exploding like a lightbulb
memory’s pieces splintered away
With her hands in her pockets
She felt the weightlessness of God’s grace
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Peeping through the key hole in someone else’s dream
I thought I saw the answers to the meaning of deep things
There was no life-size rabbit or a balded man named Oz
There was simply Light blazing brighter than the sun
The Son, He is the King with lovers all around him
He cried, “everyone is welcome” but some people would not have him
Then once the door was open the King said, “Please come in”
His loving arms enveloped me can I sing that song again?
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Oh the smell and sound of my Gulf shore
all of my changes were there
My Texas bayou city and bluebonnets in my soul
my angels were younger then
When I climbed my highest wall
these places cushioned the fall
My sea loving heart and my Texas soul
are the notes in my Holy song
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