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Eat My Flesh and Drink My Blood? | LIKE A HURRICANE
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A BIT OF POETRY. Faces of the Moon. In Gratitude of The Holy. Eat My Flesh and Drink My Blood? Holy Spirit — Presence, not Doctrine. Vignettes From Inside the Kaleidoscope. Eat My Flesh and Drink My Blood? R Ballard, St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church, Wimberley, Tx. August 15, 2012. Truly, truly, I say to you, he who believes has eternal life. I am the bread of life. Your fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, and they died. I am the living bread that came down out of heaven;. So Jesus said to them,.
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In Gratitude of The Holy | LIKE A HURRICANE
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A BIT OF POETRY. Faces of the Moon. In Gratitude of The Holy. Eat My Flesh and Drink My Blood? Holy Spirit — Presence, not Doctrine. Vignettes From Inside the Kaleidoscope. In Gratitude of The Holy. For your unfathomable Love for me, I thank you. That you are within me and gently teach and guide,. That you nurture and Mother,. That you are resplendent with beauty and brilliant with truth,. Faithful and constant and here now, I thank you. I thank you that I am the work of art you’ve begun and. Regard this...
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FIGMENT | LIKE A HURRICANE
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A BIT OF POETRY. Faces of the Moon. In Gratitude of The Holy. Eat My Flesh and Drink My Blood? Holy Spirit — Presence, not Doctrine. Vignettes From Inside the Kaleidoscope. Today I deigned to climb a tree in honor of the child in me. I perched atop a sturdy limb and let the breezes sail me, took their course. On waves of wind and flew atop sidewalks, streetlights, through dusty. Perfume of leaves soon to fly free, soon to slap grin-puffed cheeks in. I’d never left the ground. Share this with others!
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LESSONS AND LECTURES | LIKE A HURRICANE
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A BIT OF POETRY. Faces of the Moon. In Gratitude of The Holy. Eat My Flesh and Drink My Blood? Holy Spirit — Presence, not Doctrine. Vignettes From Inside the Kaleidoscope. Occasionally, to my great pleasure, I am invited to teach or preach or lead a seminar on things spiritual. These pages contain some of those presentations. Share this with others! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Help us to stretch ...
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Oracle | LIKE A HURRICANE
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A BIT OF POETRY. Faces of the Moon. In Gratitude of The Holy. Eat My Flesh and Drink My Blood? Holy Spirit — Presence, not Doctrine. Vignettes From Inside the Kaleidoscope. In the bower where I sit with him my hand in warm pocket of his white robe,. There are no answers, but there are lilac, wisteria, and bridal wreath,. No rationale but a dainty filigree cocoon dancing at the filmy end of its silken thread. There are no answers here when we meet. Rballard — 4/26/12. Share this with others! Notify me of ...
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A Lenten Confession | LIKE A HURRICANE
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A BIT OF POETRY. Faces of the Moon. In Gratitude of The Holy. Eat My Flesh and Drink My Blood? Holy Spirit — Presence, not Doctrine. Vignettes From Inside the Kaleidoscope. I repent, O Lord,. Of a heart enlarged and too tender,. Of a broad spirit too inclusive, too easily wounded. I repent of self-recrimination,. I never cease striving to love myself as you do. I repent of envy,. Of those who seem not to know the inner darkness that causes me so often to stumble. Step right up, folks! Repent and turn away.
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CONSTRUCTION | LIKE A HURRICANE
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A BIT OF POETRY. Faces of the Moon. In Gratitude of The Holy. Eat My Flesh and Drink My Blood? Holy Spirit — Presence, not Doctrine. Vignettes From Inside the Kaleidoscope. In my heart I’ve made a room for you. In the still enclosure of my soul,. A palace built like wild mountains and strong. A home of humble diversity where together we break the bindings,. Lift the soiled shroud,. Break our fast with permanent nourishment. A granite cell where I look into my mirror fearless, eyes clear as bird song.
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Grounded | LIKE A HURRICANE
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A BIT OF POETRY. Faces of the Moon. In Gratitude of The Holy. Eat My Flesh and Drink My Blood? Holy Spirit — Presence, not Doctrine. Vignettes From Inside the Kaleidoscope. The greenery of your earth is too good, too fair for my eyes to behold, my heart to take in. Yet, it is here a gift from you to me, for me to breathe its perfume, to rest and romp. In its softness, to free myself in your majesty. Incredible, unbelievable this earth of yours,. Its embrace, its gentle flamboyance, its. Regard this fleet...
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Spring Gulch | LIKE A HURRICANE
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A BIT OF POETRY. Faces of the Moon. In Gratitude of The Holy. Eat My Flesh and Drink My Blood? Holy Spirit — Presence, not Doctrine. Vignettes From Inside the Kaleidoscope. My eye the camera; mind the lens,. And framed within Majestic Earth. Awesome Mother in towering pines, regal and fragrant,. And in mountain jays, sturdy prosaic birds fashioned in lapis. My eye the captive; mind held fast,. Like lines recalled from an old script. Plush pine needle carpet, tangy rain essence,. So the Earth can move on!
