The journey had just begun the day Moses’ parted the Red Sea. Or had it? Only a short time earlier he had faced God for the first time in a very personal way at Mount Horeb. Dusty sandals slipped from worn feet as Moses stood before a bush which would not burn. If that wasn’t [...]
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Scribbling Spiritual Sand, Feb 6
Posted by wolfsrosebud on February 5, 2012
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Struggles
I struggled all night, my dear, restlessly drifting in and out of sleep mingled with pain; discomfort, perhaps, a better word. I can imagine others shouts who live with insurance fears? How complicated the monster has become? It looms insane like a hawk’s eye, devilish bird; stirs Sam’s health plan poignantly purr. If one is [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on January 31, 2012
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Scribbling Spiritual Sand, January 16
January 16 “She (wisdom) is a tree of life to those who take hold of her, and happy are all who retain her.” Proverbs 3:18 Like a Tree With might the tree stood in sandy soil; branches lengthen toward open skies calming as sapphire seas, placid as amethyst mountains, serene as emerald forests. Trials entered [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on January 16, 2012
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In the Beginning…
… “He (Jesus) stooped down and wrote on the ground.” John 8:8 Thanks for joining us at Scribbling Spiritual Sand. This is our first pot luck of Christian poems, story devotions, or photo’s. Hope you enjoy your visit! Our slice of Scripture to prompt your creativity is: “In the beginning God created the heavens and [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on January 2, 2012
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The Horror Show
Stillness of night is broken, moans echoes my halls; I rise from a stupor. A pungent smell of seasonings linger in the air, trailing time; as I wonder how joy turns face. Moving… as a shadow in space past walls, doors, and stairs; the cold floor alarms bare feet. Roughness of walls scar my heart, [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 22, 2011
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His Face
Summer fades to chilly autumn blaze; sadness sorrow shame lingers into life’s hollow empty places. Spaces only God fills during loss; aching agony anguish, I hear, “He’s not a loving God”; It’s then I see blood trailing crimson clammy cutting mingled with sweat; His abandon heart all have left… The prose below was taken from [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 10, 2011
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Tamarack
The old man and I strolled through our local state park yesterday. Air was autumn crisp and the sun illuminated any leftover foliage. We hadn’t even reached the parking lot when I spotted something standing apart from the rest of nature. It was the tamarack. Tall, stately, and all aglow with brilliance for God Himself; [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 6, 2011
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Isostasy
Isostasy Amazing the physical world is in balance, no concern for elements in counterbalance; trickster’s unequal scales bring forth an imbalance. Measures out boundless bodies of sodden water across sundry pools, an awesome sea sorter. Rains from heaven, changing season’s soul exporter. Calculates the diminutive dust particle… enlightenment is more than solely technical; placement of [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on September 13, 2011
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Man’s Day
Man’s Day In the distance garden man rose from the ground, that very moment the breath of God filled Adam’s lungs. He was formed from the meager dust of the earth; taking on the image of God with innocence’s and joy. Perhaps, angels shouted great bliss on high. One lush warm day, God poured sleep [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on August 23, 2011
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Kindled Thickets
Kindled Thickets like kindle thickets forest up in smoke wickedness burns devouring briers thorns mounted up as rising spiral wrath burns brazen land mouths speak folly joy dismissed enter the destroyer mercy on the fatherless hand stretched out still… evil lies in wait. a prophet teaching lies palm branches [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on August 19, 2011
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