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An Open Window


I watch this world pass by, miracle after miracle, overcome with thoughts of life and death - heated in a buttery sky; the air melts into far corners, farther than my eyes can see. Faster, this world spins into eternity, faith, and possibilities. An open window becomes a gate to step through, a starting place - as a bluebird dips in the birdbath, squirrels scurry across green grass, a blue horizon darkens like a memory. Those who hurriedly pass by feign contentment with plastic smiles, earbuds, cell phones, a false sense of purpose. I feel content, at peace, and yet, I ache for more - a yearning from deep within. I feel it wash over my skin. Cars drive by, everyone’s going somewhere, but not I. I sit here…I watch. I whisper a short prayer for a friend, I remain silent with His answer – patience…all will work out in time; head bowed, I pray for His healing hands to touch me. In my father’s arms, I am comforted and whole. I am who He sees… sunlight traces storm clouds painting rainbows over shadowed trees, a beautiful canopy. His love flows through me, pouring out at Calvary. In the afternoon rain, I see each drop of blood. A choir of clouds congregate. I hear their worship song. I see a crown of thorns around them. I feel the weight of the cross He struggles to carry. Mangos fall with the rain from a shaken tree, then lay bruised on limp, wet leaves; flies begin to swarm around them; following the clouds trajectory, I envision more than I can bear - His slashed skin and mangled bones flash before my eyes. With hands nailed, He's hung on the cross in shame and suffering; every labored breath taken until death for an ungrateful world… my soul seems to understand what I cannot grasp…all of this, He did for me….and you. Love becomes more than a word, a blessing becomes more than a concept. I sit at my window unnoticed; I watch the world pass by - every leaf, pebble, bird, raindrop and new life, I see, like a child with a loving father, a miracle…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 4/9/2015 2:53:00 PM
Wonderful spirital write a 7. Blessings dear friend Eve
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Date: 4/8/2015 5:07:00 AM
Amazing write. Wow. #7
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Date: 4/8/2015 2:39:00 AM
Excellent. Very touching write. Enjoyed reading it.
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Date: 4/7/2015 9:16:00 AM
This is absolutely beautiful! A 7!
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Date: 4/7/2015 8:27:00 AM
This warms the spirit and comforts the aching spirit! Bravo!
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Date: 4/6/2015 12:18:00 PM
Stealing a word from Liam... OUTSTANDING, my dear Rhonda! Love and hugs, Jack xxx
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Date: 4/6/2015 5:29:00 AM
outstanding beautiful pen rhonda the innocence of a child is always true love amen in your piece golden flying high write
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Date: 4/4/2015 2:30:00 AM
Simply brilliant, Rhonda. Love it to bits. Viv x #7
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Date: 4/4/2015 12:02:00 AM
Read all the comments, what more can one add? Beautiful poem from a beautiful person!
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Date: 4/3/2015 12:54:00 PM
You did a wonderful job here. I read it several times and it came alive for me. Your feelings come through strong and straight from the heart and soul combined. It paints a picture with words that makes you feel them...this is hard to accomplish and you done it well. I loved your verses. Emile. #7
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Date: 4/3/2015 10:17:00 AM
Rhonda you are a miracle. This is what free verse should be. Genius! A FAV, A FAV, A FAV, A FAV, A FAV, A FAV, A FAV, A FAV...
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Date: 4/3/2015 7:42:00 AM
Rhonda, your poem is so beautifully sad and so well penned 7, I like how you do free verse, thanks for spotting my spelling error in my free verse, corrected now, that was so nice of you and appreciated. I think I must be nuts for doing a free verse for Debbie's contest as she is very particular in how free verse is written and I am not sure I got it right, I find it a confusing form . . .
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Date: 4/2/2015 3:44:00 PM
Amen ~What a beautiful poem.It gave me goosebumps..A fav
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Date: 4/2/2015 3:04:00 PM
Rhonda, this is so spectacular. You see Him in everything...A 7 and fav...hugs Tim
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Date: 4/2/2015 3:02:00 AM
Rhonda, I'm touched by your write. Spirituality breathes in every line. True spirituality and not a form of religious belief. There is a word of difference between the two..."And with His stripes...we are healed." Blessings...happy Easter.
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Date: 4/1/2015 10:18:00 PM
Amazing write Rhonda! Gl in contest!
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