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StoryIf Love Were Banned...(I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1214 years 2 months ago
StoryWicked Spikes childs story maisie314 years 2 months ago
StoryFreshwater bay alphadog11014 years 2 months ago
StoryOf Transparent Windows Choosemyheart314 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Dandelion Richard L. Prov...414 years 2 months ago
StoryThings to Do Silver Spun Sand1414 years 2 months ago
StoryIt's all too Beautiful ( I P ) skinner_jennifer2414 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Master Gardener blighters rock1214 years 2 months ago
StoryMask of Stillness Richard L. Prov...414 years 2 months ago
StoryForest Fire Richard L. Prov...214 years 2 months ago
StoryBeyond Words Silver Spun Sand1614 years 2 months ago
StoryIn Answer to the Question "Tell Me What Love Is?" Denzella1014 years 2 months ago
StoryReflections beside a canal city316614 years 2 months ago
StoryTiny Raindrop Savx514 years 3 months ago
StorySearching misskickalick214 years 3 months ago
StoryWaking hedgerows city316414 years 3 months ago
Story'Finders, Keepers' Silver Spun Sand2014 years 3 months ago
StoryGOD"S MANSION Indrani Ananda414 years 3 months ago
StoryMorning Comes Edenfalls814 years 3 months ago
StoryZookeeper shades414 years 3 months ago
StoryThe View from Here... Silver Spun Sand1714 years 3 months ago
StoryIf Dementia Comes! Denzella814 years 3 months ago
StoryTHE GARDEN PEST Indrani Ananda614 years 3 months ago
StoryOther People's Lives (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1214 years 3 months ago
StoryA Sense Of Purpose Edenfalls2214 years 3 months ago

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My stories

Resurrection power

[Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays:] Jesus was raised by God’s great might, raised from the dead to realms of Light; Head of the church at God’s right hand, – mighty the power at his command. Power, help when I’m tempted, power, when I’m afflicted …
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Rupture (Poetry Monthly)

Lonely, forlorn, life torn in two – https://soundcloud.com/rhiannon-weber/rupture
Cherry

November

[continuing the series on the months inspired by Eifion Wyn’ series in Welsh] Between the summer lushness and the sleep of winter’s starkness the disarray and scruffiness, the dirtyness and greyness of November weighs heavily upon a mood that’s sinking for the warmth and sunlight’s shrinking, but low and watery sun breaks through the …

Press On

[Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays:] Our insight into love divine incites to copy love sublime – incentive to be selfless, kind:...

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