Apr
3
2012
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He will ride upon a stallion.
An animal fit for war.
That day, upon a donkey
That was never ridden before.
He wept when He saw Jerusalem.
If the people only knew.
He longed to hold them in His arms
As a mother hen would do.
They spread their palms upon the ground.
Hosanna they all cried.
He would rule and lead and fight for them.
Never thought He came to die.
Apr
2
2012
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IIf I was allowed one frivolous wish, I know exactly what it would be.
I would spend a day in an old house.
I would peruse the library shelves and linger over the many books.
I would gaze at the artwork, to see if I recognized some of the artists.
I would enjoy the photographs in old frames and imagine the story behind each one.
I would meander to the dining room and look at the china, glassware, and beautiful vases.
I would search for old quilts, wondering who made them; what material scraps were used.
I would admire the old furniture and study the wooden pieces.
I would think of which one I could ask my husband to make for me.
He…the engineer by trade; the woodworker by design.
Apr
1
2012
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My aunt was an amazing woman….a bit opinionated.
She was a career woman all her life, working as a legal secretary.
She never married.
She was always so stylish.
She would tease my mother because my mother always found great bargains on clothes while my aunt tended to pay full price for hers.
It was a running battle between sisters…all done in fun.