Monthly Archives: September 2026

Genesis Three

[Poem – as reading the Bible] In the cool of the morning, the garden breathed softly— a world still young, still unbroken, still shimmering with the quiet hope of God’s first whisper: Begin. The man and the woman walked among … Continue reading →

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Genesis Two

[Poem – As Reading the Bible] When the first dawn finished its long climb over the newborn world, God rested— not in weariness, but in wonder. Creation stood before Him like a child taking its first breath. And from that … Continue reading →

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Psalm Twenty Three

[Poem – As Reading the Bible] — The Shepherd Within The Lord is my shepherd. I am not alone. When the road becomestoo long, when my hands grow tiredof carryingwhat tomorrow may bring, God leads metoward stillness. Not towarda life … Continue reading →

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Genesis One

[Poem – As Reading the Bible] – “This is the song of my soul. This is my way of being with God — as a tenelach, walking where the Word breathes.” In the beginning, before clocks, before breath, before the … Continue reading →

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9.11

On Rosh Hashanah, wake-up calls by Shofarthe old year opensits hidden door. Along the road,I hear no footsteps— only the breath of frostmoving through the trees. Twenty-five years ago,one morning,the sky opened its wound. I watched the Twin Towersfall from … Continue reading →

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“Poem” — Becoming

Writing a poemis not writing.It is waitingwithout waiting. Let thought fall away.Let yourself fall away.Enter emptiness. Noise becomes rhythm.Rhythm becomes seeing.One thing.Only one. The world gathersinto a single word—flies, returns,becomes meaning. In the stillness,I lose myself.Then finally,I am myself. The … Continue reading →

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“Beyond the Border”

Beyond the boundary— her words let me flow outward, then return as myself. – After listening to the message of Pastor, Misti Dawn McCreary

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“Against the Falling Water”

Last nightsleep came in three small rivers—an hour, perhaps two,then waking,then returningto the dark between breaths. Outside,summer burned at ninety-eight,feeling like one hundred five. My wife said,“Stay inside.The heat can wait.The weeds can wait.” But something in the body knowswhat … Continue reading →

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