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POWER of the CROSS

POWER of the CROSSThere's a place in your Heart that your knees have worn bareand the tears through the years left a stain;through hope and despair, though no comfort is there,you pray - and no prayer is in vain.I stand before you proof of the Power of the Cross;the prayer that was prayed when all Hope was lost...in sickness, sorrow, sin it is Christ who paid my cost -I stand before you proof of the Power of the Cross!There's a Hope that we hold, like a flame in our hands - though it burns us, we just can't let go...and the reason for suffering we can't understand,but God loves us, and wants us to know:He stands before us proof of the Power of the Cross;the prayer that we prayed when all Hope was lost...in sickness, sorrow, sin it is Christ who pays our cost -He stands before us proof of the Power of the Cross!And there are Fears in this World all around us,and there are Demons we face ever day;but there are Miracles still to astound usand a God to Whom we can pray -He stands before me proof of the Power of the Cross;the prayer that we prayed when all Hope was lost...in sickness, sorrow, sin it is Christ who pays our cost -We stand before Him proof of the Power of the Cross!You stand before me proof of the Power of the Cross;the prayer that I prayed when all Hope was lost...in sickness, sorrow, sin it is Christ who paid your cost -You stand before me proof of the Power of the Cross!#ironage #revival #Christ #godislove #testimony #jesuslovesyou

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BE THERE - BE THERE - BE THERE!

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BULLETS, BBQ & BUC-EEs

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HAPPY POST-APOCALYPTIC VALENTINE'S DAY!

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We, their Cocoon

”The Butterfly Mother” -Art by Laura R. Morris

Butterfly Childrenfly away. We, their Cocoon,always remember...our Child was alive,flying away on Love's wings -Butterfly Children.

The Dark Days of Winter

The Power was out, and I was cold.

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Not terribly cold - I have a wood stove. But as I poke the fire to stir the flames, I realise: roaring doesn’t keep the house warm if you use up all the wood at once. We have plenty of wood, but memories of 2021 are a reminder of what it means to live and die by whether or not you can start the fire, then keep it going, then have the next log ready to go…

what if the wood runs out?

Even in the lap of Plenty, I fear what it would be like if Plenty just stood up and walked away…

As I ponder the majesty of Texas Ice Storms, I have to consider - how did the Ancestors handle the freezing onslaught? Ice cold hands, busting out the water so the Horses can drink; hauling the water in so the people can drink too… then roasting Potatoes in fireplace ash so all can have a hot meal, then trying to get warm when all the chores are done…

did they think the same thing?

They did.

My Mother grew up as a Sharecropper in a dirt floor shack. The snow drifted in between chinks in the logs to dust the quilts in 1930s Collin County, Texas. Hunger was constant,and Child Labor was expected. No one got a Snow Day except it meant extra work.

Poverty was real.

She survived to become a sophisticated and educated woman; yet for all her life, she kept the pantry stocked, a jug of water full, and a source of fire nearby, even in the city, because Food, Water and Fire equal Life.

She didn’t fear Poverty; she faced it head-on, and conquered it. Whether we had money or not, we were expected to act as if Poverty was waiting in the wings. In Spring, it meant planning a Garden. In Summer, it meant hoeing a row. In Fall, it meant canning squash…

But Winter was a special kind of ritual, with the lighting of Fire, the setting back of Water, then the staring of the Pantry, so one might might appreciate the Bounty of Food, Water and Fire. Mother knew, she knew…

Even with Plenty at the table, Poverty peeks in, awaiting her turn. Prepare a place for her, so when Poverty comes, you still have enough to go around…

Food, Water, and Fire…

Life, even in the Dark Days of Winter.

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Indescribable - Cat Haiku

Indescribable - The comforting warmth of Catsin January.

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POETRY of WATCHER of the DAMNED: Golden Moon

WATCHER of the DAMNED: Transmutation Texas - “GOLDEN MOON”

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Red berries hung in clusters from the branches, but in colorless light of the Moon, it was all silver and black. The Watcher grasped the branches, but he was too large and they broke off in his hands. Aggravated, he flung himself down at the bottom of the small tree, panting. He was tired, covered in blood, and hungry—but the Afterling was playing dangerous games in the moonlight. Sitting with his legs sprawled, hands on his knees, he pushed his hat back and looked up into the tree.

A cougar screamed; midnight was approaching.

“I understand you are upset, and I can’t blame you. I’m sorry life can be so hard at times,” she spoke softly from the treetop. “I hope you don’t want to kill me. I only shot your leader because she was going to shoot you. But maybe she was dear to you? Or maybe you are just mad at me for spoiling everything. Either way, I’m sorry.”

He turned his head. Or maybe people I love are dead, and I’ d like some answers.

“It’s just—well, you were so kind to Barnaby, I had to save you! I couldn’t just let her kill you...” Her voice quavered. “And I just wanted you to know that, while you were ill, I went back and found your notebook in the grass, and I read it. It was quite wonderful, especially the sketches, and your poems were beautiful. Your field notes helped me so much, especially the ones about flowers. Because of your notes, I have what I need, and my mission here is completed. I came back to say goodbye and thank you!”

The notebook came fluttering down beside his leg. Shocked, the Watcher blinked.

You read it.

“I liked the story about the ‘Afterling’ child. Is she a fairy?” Amazed, the Watcher reached over to pick up the notepad.

“But my favorite was your poem about the Golden Moon. It sounded like a dream I had once...” Her voice trailed away in the midnight light and she whispered to herself, “Long ago.”

He sang his own poem in his head, from his heart:

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Shine, Golden Moon!

In the warmth of your splendour, I recall paradise— So, rise...

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When the Moon is a Golden Ember

in the heat of a summer night

I remember the lies you told me in the Moon’s Golden Light

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And your hands were the touch of velvet

and your voice was the song of dreams

And your eyes were the light of midnight in the Moon’s Golden Gleams...

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Warm were the lips I gave you,

and you took the flower of this—

Your lips next to mine turned all of the world the gold of a summer’s kiss...

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I can never forget the magic

tho’ the dream ended all too soon

I remember the Love I gave you by the light of the Golden Moon

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OMG the OGL: GAME ON

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