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  • Without fail we follow, Waiting for the call, Watching for the emanation of light, The virtue poured in torrents, Decreasing the night.

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  • Heavenly Father, We ask you to fill our hearts with peace in this time of turmoil.When things are beyond our control,show us what we can do to make a difference in your Church with what we can control in our circle of influence. Most of all we ask for trust as we know that no matter what happens,your Church will stand as you promised.Bless Bishop Strickland as he finds solace…

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  • Every time I hear good music my heart is lifted into the eternal. Hearing a good story or watching a good movie lifts my spirit and makes me want to contribute. I want to give the world something to find the deeper level. Being a poet and a writer comes with many challenges. The pressure can be to create but creation is the Holy Spirit’s realm and I take dictation.…

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  • Often we do exactly what we do not want. No matter how we try it seems that there is always something that pushes us to do the exact opposite of what we intend. This is called the law of the flesh. On the other hand is the law of God. Both are at war with each other. I would like to explore with you a couple of themes to help…

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  • I Saw You

    A poem by Jacinta Wick I saw you, Thou are not invisible, With all thy presence here, My hand holds you. Unrest, turmoil, Strife of tongue, But I am still loyal, With much to do, That is already done. Every act is to save, To set thy life in order, Despite the chaos, I see you. In all aspects I come, To thee I run. Not one hair left alone,…

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    A little word with so much meaning, What does it call forth? Pining A place beckoning on, Where I can find rest, On the hearth where I sit down. But there is something specific, Missing from other places, That in this place I find, Peace. With empty space to roam, That I can come back belonging, Refreshed renewed recharged For the journey. No place can quite compare, Or bring happiness…

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  • Abandonment

    A poem by Jacinta Wick Sweetest of whispersRushes of airThrough hell and high waterThrough breezes and gently falling rain,A voice is callingTranscending all time. Surrender of willsBeckoning whispersCalling my name.Inviting my weaknessMy blushing in shameTo be directedBeyond my strengthBeyond my directionBeyond my initiativeTo someone else’s power. Waiting I’ll standStrengthened and bolsteredThrough raging torrent orCalmLight piercing darknessHand guiding stillIn peaceful whispersGod’s mighty will.

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