I woke to the lonesome sound of the mourning dove Drawn to the sight of her, resting on the branch Cautiously watching the others all around her Yet she remained there, separate…
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The Voice of Hope . . . The voice of hope still believes in fairy tales and happily ever after. It is often quickly smothered by the voice of reason, and ridiculed…
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Now and then, I find the darkest hours before dawn to be the most difficult. It took me a few moments to realize what woke me up, a few moments before I…
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Once a very long time ago, a lifetime ago, I wandered into a huge corn field. I am not sure what I was looking for, but I found myself walking deeper and…
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Some days I am blessed to find beauty hiding in the shadows right off my balcony. Other days I choose to search it out, which usually includes a drive out to…
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Are we so hung up on knowing exactly what it is on the other side of the bridge that we fail to take a single step? Have we forgotten to simply enjoy…