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Merry Thanksadventing
Merry Thanksadventing
— Read on notesfromthevicarage.com/2019/12/02/merry-thanksadventing/

I call this “The Seeds Of Yesterday”

I sing the summer boys
Home. The clamoring crowds
With strong drink letter
Affirmations that at last
The series is in the bag.

I’ll never say die.
Even when my heroes fall.
I’ll scale the mountains.
I’ll take the skies of midnight
Home in buckets made of clay.

Shovel the neighbor’s
Drive. Speaking life to the
Winter wind. In the
Dark journey the truth now brings
A needle’s golden thread.

I call forth the Spring.
A three-strand string binds the shards
Of broken mirrors.
It makes sense of the damaged homes in
Reality’s tapestry.

I am not a year
Nor a season, month or day
I am but minutes,
An eye for the thread leading
To the finished work, God’s hand.
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IHave been trying my hand at sketching lately. I try to spend 20 minutes a day working at it. This is my latest sketch. I Call it “Still Life 1”

You have put me in the lowest pit,
in the darkest depths.
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me;
you have overwhelmed me with all your waves.[d]
8 You have taken from me my closest friends
and have made me repulsive to them.
I am confined and cannot escape;
9 my eyes are dim with grief.
I call to you, Lord, every day;
I spread out my hands to you.
10 Do you show your wonders to the dead?
Do their spirits rise up and praise you?
11 Is your love declared in the grave,
your faithfulness in Destruction[e]?
12 Are your wonders known in the place of darkness,
or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?
13 But I cry to you for help, Lord;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
14 Why, Lord, do you reject me
and hide your face from me?
15 From my youth I have suffered and been close to death;
I have borne your terrors and am in despair.
16 Your wrath has swept over me;
your terrors have destroyed me.
17 All day long they surround me like a flood;
they have completely engulfed me.
18 You have taken from me friend and neighbor—
darkness is my closest friend. Psalm 88: 6-18
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