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| Scenes from my study desk |
Sunset.
The end.
Glorious.
Tomorrow.
Hopefully.
The end.
Glorious.
Tomorrow.
Hopefully.
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| (I am) the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, (I will) let (my) light shine before others, that they may see (my) good deeds and glorify (my) Father in heaven. (Matthew 5:14-16 NIV) |
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Hide it under a bushel? (No!) I’m gonna let it shine.
Hide it under a bushel? (No!) I’m gonna let it shine.
Hide it under a bushel? (No!) I’m gonna let it shine.
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Won’t let no one blow it out, I’m gonna let it shine.
Won’t let no one blow it out, I’m gonna let it shine.
Won’t let no one blow it out, I’m gonna let it shine.
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Ev’rywhere I go, I’m gonna let it shine.
Ev’rywhere I go, I’m gonna let it shine.
Ev’rywhere I go, I’m gonna let it shine.
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Lyrics from Learning for Justice
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| ...view from my balcony doorway (Sept 2023) |
Something about the rain
Reminds me
...of love
...of you
...of us
Something about the rain
Reminds me of the first time you pulled me close and kissed me
Something about the rain
Reminds me of how quickly you took my hand and led me to cover
Something about the rain
Reminds me of how closely you held me as you tried to keep me warm
Something about the rain
Reminds me of how wonderful it felt to be someone's personal person
Something about the rain
Reminds me of how much
...I miss love
...I miss you
...I miss us
Something about the rain
Is calling me to stand outside on my balcony
And experience it anew
Something about the rain
As it hits my almost naked body
Makes me close my eyes and imagine a different you behind me
Something about the rain
Moves my hips from side to side as I recreate our dances
And the love making, laughter and snuggles that would follow
Something about the rain
Whispers that love still lives here
Even though there is
...no love
...no you
...no us
Something about the rain
Is pushing me to create
...a new love
...a new you
...a new us
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| I’ve been thinking about you (August 2023) |
On slow weekends like today,
I think about the distance we would have covered if there was initiative
I think about the inside jokes we would have shared if there were conversations
I think about the places we would have visited if there were gate-aways
I think about the things we would have experienced if there was intention.
But today,
I think I just want to stop trying to figure out if you like me
I think I just want to stop wondering if I am being too much
I think I just want to stop being anxious about this connection
I think I just want to stop all this...whatever this is
So from today onwards,
I think I will starve these feelings
I think I will extinguish this light
I think I will venture into other spaces
I think I will strive to fall out-of-like-with you.
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| Something about this bright red door always fascinates me - took this pic a couple of weeks ago...finally getting round to writing about it (Lancaster, June 2023) |
House with the Bright Red Door, I wonder.
I wonder what things look like behind this allure you present to the world.
Do you hold other bright solid things back there,
Or is this brightness where your beauty begins and ends?
House with the Bright Red Door, I wonder.
I wonder about the people who own you,
Is the lady of the house as attractive and eye catching as you are?
Does she wear her lipstick as bright as you do,
Or is she is more of a red nails, or perhaps a red bottoms, woman?
And the man of the house, is as he solid and firm as you are?
Does he make people stop, and stare, and even dare to ask for a photo?
Or does the gentle man in him leave all these things for you?
House with the Bright Red Door, I wonder.
I wonder about your intentions.
Is your brightness meant to draw us closer to you,
Or does the red try to warn us not to come near you?
House with the Bright Red Door,
Just to be safe,
I walk past you yet again,
as I wonder.
I wonder what it would happen if I put my hand on your knob,
Will you transport me to a world of beauty I have never seen before?
Or will I forever wish that I continued living in this world of wonder?
