Tag: God
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Crosses
I love to walk through cemeteries,Searching for the oldest headstone,Noting children and centenarians,Guessing at origins of family names.I find these spaces beautiful,Not morbid or scary or depressing.I am contemplative on these walks,Curious, Considering, Conscious.During yesterday’s walk in my local cemetery,A large cross made from rough finished stone caught my attention,And I stopped to admire it,…
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My Higher Power
In childhood, my belief in God was shaped by my parents and my church community. I attended Sunday School, listened to sermons, heard Bible stories. My understanding of faith was very black and white, boiled down in my mind to a set of rules to follow. Do that well, and God would be pleased, make…
The Journey Inward 