Occasional musings and randomly profound utterances from a forty-something husband, father and child at heart.
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out of the dust madest me not good not good alone to be my Father rained love graciously and from my flesh fashioned she fast abide my...
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Moonlight bathes a finite earthen canvas Not light of day Nor black of night The glorious moonlight Darkness recoils in reluctant ...
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brick and mortar and dust and rock blood and ash and dirt and shock fire and smoke and pain and death hurt and sorrow and gasping bre...
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