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In the Still/#poetry

  In the still silence between damp breath and  the beat of a heavy heart, there is a place of perfect peace where the lightness of being comforts the weary soul and the heart whispers its fervent prayer into the void…beyond the place  where thoughts deceive.. longing to believe the promises. Vespers for the weary, the dying,  the waiting.  Waiting for the sign, the affirmation, confirmation, supplication of of the faithful for salvation, redemption, healing. Alms for answers, paper for prayers, pleas flickering in the dim light of  Piety and Penitence, so bright! The answers wait in the darkness  where nothing breathes, nor eats,  nor sleeps.  In the infinitesimal space between eternity and existence, Truth waits patiently for Wisdom to open herself to acceptance of the  Unknown. Where thought ends,  and control is abandoned, where murmurs cease and plans forgotten, where trust becomes the breath, the beat, the reason… Fear surrenders to Love as God speaks… can you not hear It? Cheryl
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Mama? #1linerWednesday

  Excuse me... Have you seen my mother? We found this little fellow while on a walk around the neighborhood. The bluejay population is booming here and they are gorgeous. We opted to leave him where he was. Sure hope he fared alright.  #1linerWednesday

Endless/#SoCS

When I saw Linda Hill’s prompt for today’s  SoCS event  I was almost giddy. 🤭 If you didn’t already know, it was to use the word collect any way you want! Oh my God, where do I even start? My hubby and I both come from long lines of collectors and my sons have been collectors as well. As a child I collected everything from Barbie accessories to rocks and as an adult I had a pretty nice Barbie collection that I handed down to my granddaughters. I have collected cookie jars, depression glass, seashells, beer caps, buttons, turtles and ocean related items as well as recipes and movies, books, well....you get the picture.  And, speaking of pictures, perhaps my greatest collection habit involves images. I love photography and have been called a photo hoarder by family members. Before digital and google cloud photo options, I captured, printed and put photos into albums. In fact, I have a trunk full of such albums. As my sons have grown and started families of their own, I have slowly reduc