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Overwhelmed by Nothing
A desert poem of faith, surrender, and finding God in emptiness Scripture:“I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”—Isaiah 43:19 (ESV) Overwhelmed by NothingOverwhelmed by nothing.If you walk too far, it will swallow you up.What single step was the line crossed?How many names have been lost to this dust? The…
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Island Nights
Island Nights Silver light gives life To blackened seas. Rhythmic drumming Of the deep. Cooling sands For restless feet. Warmth ablaze For chills defeat. Embers dancing into An ebony sleep. Poetry and Photography by Sarah Misch
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Time Does Not Play Fair
Time Does Not Play FairWhen you run out of tomorrows,and your dreams have all been spent.When the halls and rooms grow quiet,and the silence will not relent.When cuddles and giggles have passed,and Spring walks come to an end.When all the tests are taken,and freedom their closest friend.When all the boxes are packed,and a bedroom sits…
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Autumn’s Rest
Autumn’s RestGolden colors dance on the breeze.As shivers go through tall grass and leaves.Autumn’s chill sets across the land.Giving relief from Summer’s hand.Nature’s peace hugs the soul.Washing away life’s anxious toll.Now is the time for a cozy nest.As the bustling gives way to Autumn’s rest.~Sarah Misch Image is Impressionist style photography by Sarah Misch. The…
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Lead Me Home
Lead Me HomeLord, lead me home,kneeling before Your glorious throne.Each step I take,lead me closer to Heaven’s gate.Not concerned of my earthly fate,but to continuously seek Your face.With footsteps firmly planted,I walk this path with my future granted.Along this path I will have trials,be persecuted by those in denial.I know that it is part of…
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Grandma
Once, I was the weak one in your strong arms.A child still growing, to keep from harm.My knowledge still infantile, while yours was broad.You shared great wisdom when mine was flawed.I was the one reaching out a handFor your guidance in which to stand.We were younger once together, before time did reverseThe standard of life…
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A Joyous Flight
Running through the faded light; Crisp air biting, Coats zipped tight. Smiling, laughing; Destination in sight. Mother’s, daughter’s Joyous flight. By Sarah Misch
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