Sandra Heska King

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He Reigns

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bathed in His goodness beaded with grace how can I help but sing His praise. He reigns Soak me in your laundry and I’ll come out clean, scrub me and I’ll have a snow-white life. Psalm 51:7 (Message) Unbutton my lips, dear God; I’ll let loose with your praise. Psalm 51:15 (Message)

Carried Away

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I am in the car on our way home from church. It’s a window-down, roof-open kind of day. But oh so windy. I grasp my hair in a fisted ponytail. But then give up and let go. It whips around my face. Stinging. Tangling. I close my eyes and lift my face to the sun. […]

Hope Rises

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heavy under a misty veil i see dimly until startled by a cardinal on a naked branch and hope rises on scarlet wings. Linked to L.L. Barkat’s On, In, and Around Mondays and One Shot Wednesday. Related links on scarlet hope: Naomi’s Story-Our Story, Part 2 A Towla Worm and Chill Bumps

Letting Go Of Ego

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Embraced by self I dissect every failure.Gripped by pride I focus on every flaw.Oppressed by fear I stumble with every step. So . . . I amletting go of ego and clinging to the greatI AM. NOTE: This post is part of the One Word Blog Carnival on EGO. For other thoughts, visit One Word […]

Summer Seating

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I have a writing room of my own. I offered a tour here. But I’ve gravitated to the living room. To the soft leather chair with the soft leather footstool. With the laptop on my lap. Or half on the footstool and half on my knees. Front row center for Tiger baseball games. And because […]

Playing With Poetry

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I’ve been playing with poetry and have dared to post some poems over on my other blog. I think it’s helping me to be more creative in fewer words. Here are a couple of my recent attempts. Friday Night Baseball Another Friday night wrapped in soft cool leather arms that hold me as I scream […]

Swallowed by His Strength

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Miles of trialsand sorrow smilessink deep the feetin silence speakof eagle wing and singwith fear-sliced heartand trace the scarof sacrificeand blood-stained sheetwhere hidden knifecarves hurting fleshkneel trembling to weep for herand rise againto face what mayits breadth and lengthwith weakness swallowedby His strength. “Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. […]

Break the Fast

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Strawberry preservespool in muffin cryptstrickle down chinand cracked shellsdrip sunshinescrambled joybrowned and pepperedjust right witha side of javawatch the corn growtaste the honeyed breezebreak the fast. Copyright © 2010 by Sandra Heska King

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