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Anger isthe bastard child,black sheep,danger to the flock. This I know,for I’ve been told. But, by night,when the world is still,I slip out the back doorto find anger huddledin darknessat the yard’s edge. “What do you want?” I...
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A Purification by Wendell Berry At the start of spring I open a trench in the ground. I put into it the winter’s accumulation of paper, pages I do not want to read again, useless words, fragments, errors. And I put into it the contents of the outhouse: light of...
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Behold the one beholding you, and smiling. – Anthony DeMello Our cat Blackie’s breath routinely reeks of all sorts of ungodly foulness. He snores, day and night, like a bear in hibernation. He leaves small puddles of drool on the bed and couch. He bosses...
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Our whole family gathers in the back yard, near the fence line and woodpile. It’s evening, and both the sun and temperature are dropping quickly. Several of us wear light coats. We’re all near-kneeling, our heads bent toward the ground in front of the two white...
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Lord, I curl in thy grey gossamer hammock that swings by one elastic thread to thin twigs that could, that should break but don’t. – Denise Levertov // Our eight-year-old boys strung a thin nylon hammock between two trees and hung there together for...
