Category: Poetic Rambling
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Blessed is the One Who Comes…
Palms rustle like whispers of hope in dry wind, waved by hands that know both praise and pain—children’s voices echo hosannas down dust-veiled roads where ancient stones remember every footstep, every march. A king once rode humbly, not with might…
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Sunday Compassion
In a world often divided by differences, compassion is when love isn’t earned or deserved, but a generous act of grace photo of paper mask found online DIY
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Each Step on the Path
There’s a softness underfoot, not just the ground, but something deeper, a sacred connection between my feet and the earth, as though it is holding me up, reminding that I don’t walk alone. The earth’s ground twists and turns along…