sacred space (H is for Heaven)

the solitude of the moment the  quietness in the air words are harnessed and written down knowing i am almost there amongst the trees and water where  birds and crickets share the rainbow hangs above the clouds the sacred is here H is for heaven. No I have not been there. Many claim to have…

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Crack in the Sidewalk

Do you suppose we have found a way that super cedes all other ways? Do you suppose the crack in the sidewalk will keep cracking? I suppose I will need to think about that before I can answer! ©jeannelizabeth I googled Crack in the Sidewalk and found many poems and a book with the same…

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The place we all begin

Love is at the starting line The place we all begin. What waits for us at the finish line Is what we all wonder? For some it is fame and others it is death. For me I place my hope on eternity. The place I hang my hat upon my knees bent in remorse. For all…

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Intermission

Chapter One What does this all mean? What does it? Really? Mean? We all get caught up in “life” but the irony is that the life we live sucks us dry! Chapter Two The stage is empty The chairs are resting on wobbly legs Do you dare to sit down? Chapter Three How did I…

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The fading sunset

The fading sunset Set upon the hill Shines brighter Later The snow melting Runs through a creek Carried toward Eternity Burned into my memory is your smile long lasting. Psalm 90:12 Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. ©jeannelizabeth (I tried to add a photograph taken during a visit…

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Then sings my soul!

Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell. Matthew 10:28 It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God. Hebrews 10:31 See to it, brothers and sisters, that…

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We are not alone

How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! Psalm 139:17 If I would count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and I am still with you. Psalm 139:18

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