Ridges Poems - Poems about Ridges

... I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. ~ Anne Lamott In the still of a quiet morning, as the......

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...I have measured the math of a mustard seed, traced the geometry of origin, the angles of mercy, run fingers over the ridges of history and found Him— in carbon’s consp......

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... while darkness colors my thoughts in shadows, sapphire whispers blessed by the reflections of stars, moonlight glistening through the heavens, rhythmic tales of heartfelt ......

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...Far down below it's taking Taking away the tandroms of guilt Pain and cries. I have felt, seen and heard The rocks , flowers trees big But here, it's a tomb of joy which sweeps Sweeping away ......

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... Shouting, over the sounds of rain, feelings more commanding than the season’s pain erasing the hope from hearts, but who’s to blame for the night’s lure in pieces of yesterdays wondering,......

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...Patterns are evident throughout God’s creation. A nucleus determines the pattern of every cell. And the seas shape patterns for shores and straits. Why should stars not have their patterns as well......

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... Everywhere I look, glittering buds Blessing away the past Restoring hope to overcast skies Breathing joy through the dark Painting hearts with the wonders of love Everywhere,......

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...You, Mariana—deepest trench of my knowing I call you by name not to possess it but because it is the only prayer I have ever known how to say You are the sea—each wave not an argume......

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... He went into the mountain cave Hoping his life from Jezebel to save And a great and mighty wind tore in But the lord was not in the wind. Then the earth quaked, and the ridges heaved But sti......

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...2.Injured people. Mourning land. Mourning mother! Do not cry, stand strong our people! Without trembling, let the wild wolf be, Will it not heal its wounds with its tongue? Did cruelty nest in t......

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... Blitheness bears itself boldly by day, Surmounting the summit of separative sufferance. Ridges and ranges below bow in adoring array, Where homage is payed to the uprising utterance. Blith......

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... Sucking on the light, midmorning Frost clings to the window’s pane, twisted Praise, adorning the silence – winds Heavy as the slow rhythm, heartbeats Rising from the daily chores, stirring aw......

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...John Denver Poetry Contest Anthony Biaanco Gathered around a campfire Folks sing, clap, and dance Take me home on country roads Rocky Mountain high High above an eagle circles A passing de......

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... It’s winter here, almost a painful grasp grey dread, falling like melancholy over the mountain peaks, gusts flavored in sips of toasty coffee lasting all afternoon speaking to the twilig......

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...My birthplace is Shokpartogai, my golden cradle, Here I arrived, opening the door to this world wide. The snowstorm paused, holding its breath inside, When hear the cry of a baby struggling to sur......

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