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Convos With Q

I once heard about this Hebrew Proverb of the way children enter this world. According to the tale, the Angel Gabriel tells each baby all the secrets about God and the universe. Then he kisses them on the head before sending them off to be born. Immediately thereafter, they begin to […]

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Stay With the Music

  Singing Bowl by Malcolm Guite — Begin the song exactly where you are, Remain within the world of which you’re made. Call nothing common in the earth or air, Accept it all and let it be for good. Start with the very breath you breathe in now, This moment’s […]

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A Different DNA

You’ll never stand before a mirror and see my eyes, ears or mouth. Never hear my laugh inside your own. Never stride with my same gait. As my adopted son, you’ll never carry a visible imprint from me. And yet, I hope to pass along more than my genetic instructions to you. More than my color, looks, and behaviors. More […]

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Bless This Food

  We thank thee for this food, dear Lord. Bless it to thy glory and our good for Jesus’ sake. Amen.   Growing up, my family would gather in a circle and say that prayer aloud before eating. My mom tells me it was written by my Great-Great-Great-Uncle Charlie some time after emigrating from […]

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Silence Me

His questions drip out. One. After. The. Next. Rolling along. Rippling together into a run-on inquiry. Void of breaks, breaths, and gaps for answers. He’s a three-year-old boy. — I am a 41-year-old man. But. I’m. No. Different. Mind churning. Chattering to the other voices inside my head. Without any space to hear […]

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Empathy

Why do you run from me? Why do I hide from you? Why do we hardly know each other? My reservoir for you must be so small…or the exit point so tight. Why must I work so hard to muster you up? Why aren’t you smothered all over the memory of my mental muscles? […]

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