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the wandering gypsy: 42 degrees celsius
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Poetry, thoughts and ponderings of a wandering in this world. Dry heat of the sun. When day is done. Not a whisper of breeze. The whole world awaits. In hope that the night air. Like parched weary ground. The waiting soul knows. How long a day seems. And how the thirst grows. When off in the distance. The size of a fist. Hope clouds are brewing. Rain still does exist. The wait seems unending. Don't give up too soon. On the showers He's sending. No self-strength or glory. He'll work the impossible.
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the wandering gypsy: August 2015
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Poetry, thoughts and ponderings of a wandering in this world. And i thought, i am more fearless now than i ever was before. I am more fearless because i chose years ago that if i refuse to try something out of fear- especially something He is asking me to risk- then that fear is what rules my life. and anything, ANYTHING other than His Kingship is death. Living recklessly fearless is risky. but what He asks is worth it, and the only truly safe place is in His arms. Dry heat of the sun. When day is done.
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the wandering gypsy: July 2014
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Poetry, thoughts and ponderings of a wandering in this world. Be near me I pray. Tomorrow come what may. You will with me stay. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Right Jerusalem Blade. The Contemplative - It Is Thought. Be near me I pray Just this day Tomorrow come what. Down a road not taken, toward a doorway cracked, moving as if drawn to something barely expressible.to be a portal of beauty to a world tormented by ugliness.a work in progress. View my complete profile. Books Recently Read or In Progress.
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the wandering gypsy: awakening
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Poetry, thoughts and ponderings of a wandering in this world. My heart is once again. Back up upon the shelf. A little worse for wear. I only blame myself. The gypsy heart believes. In passion with no limit. Yet deep down truly longs. For someone to commit. I pack my bags each time. Since no one bids me stay. Carefree can be an act. Along a wounded way. Yet in this midnight hour. So lonely i still find. A deeper lesson learnt. Cones sweetly to my mind. Though friends and loves forsake. Peace Like a River.
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the wandering gypsy: blue moon 1
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Poetry, thoughts and ponderings of a wandering in this world. Idealists dance outside the normal paths. Carrying a crazy dna that dreams wild. In the face of despair and defeat. They manage to hope again. They believe they can shoot the moon. That blue moon that hasn't come. For the last 3 years and won't come. Until 3 more have passed. After all, it only takes one to win. So ideally they keep their chins up. But realistically discouragement crouches. Hungry for a rich snack of optimism.
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the wandering gypsy: just a glimmer
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Poetry, thoughts and ponderings of a wandering in this world. Untold lies and confusion. Never knowing how to trust. Each breath brings me closer. Everything let go for You. Now I walk in freedom. Today is filled with prayer. Rejoice again in life. Amazed at hope anew. Sure promised are mine. Unseen though they may be. Each wound a mystery. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Right Jerusalem Blade. The Contemplative - It Is Thought. View my complete profile. Books Recently Read or In Progress.
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the wandering gypsy: June 2015
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Poetry, thoughts and ponderings of a wandering in this world. My dear friends who I love and find living the ins and outs. Of this crazy mortal life at my side, when that moment comes. And one of you stumbles and fails to be all that God has made you to be. And you find yourself more in need of grace than ever,. The others of us who are seeking to hear His voice. And know His Spirit in each moment of the delicate dance,. We must re-store, bring you back to the provision of heaven. Golden hours full of ho...
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the wandering gypsy: September 2014
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Poetry, thoughts and ponderings of a wandering in this world. While I have some linguistics background, I am at best an amateur. So I begin with a caveat: these are merely observations and, if false, please take my amateurishness into consideration before you read me the riot act. =). Make my question understood. And then there is a non-linguistic note here: in the town of 37k that I am privileged to be staying in there are no less than 3 clock towers I can hear from my apartment EVERY hour telling me th...
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the wandering gypsy: March 2015
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Poetry, thoughts and ponderings of a wandering in this world. In the heat of the evening. This five o'clock sun is relentless. Though its rays belong more to the horizon. Than the sky it heats my skin quickly. Yet I embrace it. A gentle breeze comes at even's cusp. Tempering the dying solar flames. This ending mix of pleasure and pain. Then I pause awhile. Another day is over and I cannot retreat. I walked and talked with choices every hour. Words and deeds I cannot erase nor relive. But I can pray.
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the wandering gypsy: January 2015
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Poetry, thoughts and ponderings of a wandering in this world. Sundry Chiang Mai Travel Tips. Chiang Mai is beautiful. I enjoyed my stay and I hope you will as well. Feel free to add any tips you know of to my list! Behind the crumbling stones lay a king. Regal air in spite of a decaying facade. Gazing beyond the melee of aliens. Besieged by locals scrambling for silver. Caught between graves robbed and. Simply trying to make ends meet. Camels rise and fall in endless servitude. When the world slows down.
