Category Archives: Faith

Steeples

Icons of faith Tall above the village Stretch heavenward Pointing toward God Stoic structures Chambers of peace Sacred sanctuaries Await you Sunday bells Melodic voices Beckon, Welcome   Advertisements

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Old Guy And A Bucket Of Shrimp

My cousin sent me this story and, upon reading it, I knew I had to share it.  We all have our own share of problems and there are days that are pretty dark.  But somehow, we survive.  Somehow we manage … Continue reading

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Sweat Of The Devil

John sat in his cramped office, staring at the wall of windows, watching the rain carve it’s designs on the tinted glass.  He didn’t like the rain.  There was something sad about it.  The ‘sweat of the devil’ he called … Continue reading

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Footprints

I have heard it said that life is a journey, and I guess it is.  Personally, I like to think of it as a stroll through fields of experiences and forests of emotions, with the body providing the means, and … Continue reading

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Support Our Troops

Every once in a while, I stumble across a post or video that is so powerful, I just have to share it.  Today is one of those days.  This video was made by a 15 year old girl.  Not a … Continue reading

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Speaking With Your Heart

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, concerned citizens can change the world. Indeed it is the only thing that ever has. ~ Margaret Mead I saw this quote on the blog “Soul Gatherings” . It was ironic because … Continue reading

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Maizie

When I first met Maizie, she was about eight years old.  Just a wisp of a thing.  I quiet girl who, devoid of any siblings, was accustomed to playing by herself.   Maizies parents were one step from homeless.  They … Continue reading

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