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My Tattered Flower Beds

My tattered flower beds are still somewhat pretty to behold despite the weeds popping up and often unkempt border. I think God knew we...

nwilynnthomas

Jul 23, 20201 min read

I wrote to tell you that I saw Jesus today. He offered me a smile for a crinkled dollar and said from behind his mask of street soot that...

nwilynnthomas

Jul 21, 20201 min read

Make me your doula, Lord, birthing your words out of the earth. From the seeds and the seedlings and the sharings you have placed...

nwilynnthomas

Jul 21, 20201 min read

Speak Don’t tell me… Rise Bloom Speak with beauty spoken eloquently by the lovelies mingling among the stepping stones not shy of the...

nwilynnthomas

Jan 14, 20201 min read

We often purge our closets and donate clothing to those less fortunate. But how about clearing our bookshelves and Sunday School...

nwilynnthomas

Jan 2, 20201 min read

Yon maiden looked into the placid green pond on New Years Day hoping to catch the image of Your Grace.

nwilynnthomas

Jan 2, 20201 min read

Rustling leaves Restless to fly, to float to let go of the limbs that grasp them tightly that lull them listless Fighting to flee Loosed,...

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Jan 1, 20201 min read

I am small in the shadow of this building tall

nwilynnthomas

Nov 16, 20191 min read

How do I call you, God?

nwilynnthomas

Feb 2, 20191 min read