#Prayer
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O Flame of Love,kindled in the quiet of Bethlehem’s night,Your light stretches across the ages,unfolding the mystery of a lovethat stoops low to lift us high. Love eternal, clothed in frail flesh,You came not in a bolt of lightning,but in the gentle breath of an infant’s cry.A love unrelenting, born to bearthe weight of a… Read more
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‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the house,Not a surface was tidy—not even the couch.The stockings hung lopsided by the chimney with care,While the Nativity set was still missing a spare. The children were wired, bouncing off every wall,Fueled by candy canes and that trip to the mall.And Mama with her checklist, and… Read more
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The earth holds its breath in the twilight,a hushed stillness cloaked in ancient longing.The skies stretch wide, their stars trembling,as if they too wait for the dawn of glory. Time folds inward, bearing the weight of hope,fragile yet fierce, pressed into every shadow.The prophets’ whispers echo in the silence,each word a flame flickering against despair.… Read more
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The flame leaps bright, a holy spark,Amid the Advent’s deepening dark.Not yet the morn, not yet the sight,But here a joy is burning bright. Gaudete! A call resounds,Through weary hearts and barren grounds.Rejoice! For promises long foretold,Are cast in hues of rose and gold. A prophet’s voice, a Virgin’s song,A Savior waits, the days not… Read more
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Advent is the crack of dawn before light,not absence but the tender weight of approach.It is the stillness that trembles with purpose,the air heavy with the scent of an unseen rain. We do not wait as stones wait for the tide,unmoved and inert, shaped only by time.We wait as seeds press against the dark soil,restless… Read more
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Beneath the starry expanse of waiting skies,a hush descends, a breathless pause—Peace is the quiet that counters the world’s shouts,inviting weary hearts to stillness. The prophet’s voice calls from the wild:“Prepare the way of the Lord!”Not with clamor, nor with force,but with the quiet leveling of hills,the filling of valleys,and the smoothing of rough and… Read more
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Advent is no soft hymn.It is the groan of creation stretched taut,the soil breaking open under frost,the grinding wheel of time sharpening uson the edge of eternity. This waiting is not a polite nod toward hope—it is raw and jagged,a burning bush in the wildernessthat won’t leave us untouched.We wait with our hearts stripped bare,our… Read more
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A single flame dances,small but steady,piercing the shadows of waiting.It flickers not in defiance,but in quiet assurance:the promise is near. Hope leans forward,stretching toward a dawnstill hidden behind the veil of night.Not yet seen,but deeply felt—a pulse in the silence,a cool breeze caresses the face. The prophets’ voices echo,ancient yet alive,calling from the wilderness:“Prepare the… Read more
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*image generated with AI, November 2024 Lord, we thank You,for the blessings spread before us—the laughter of family, the warmth of friends,a table set in grace and bounty,turkey, pie, and hands held in prayer. Still, beyond these gifts,our hearts turn to You,the Giver of life, the Source of joy,the One Who sustains our every breath.… Read more
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I wake up, I yawn, and I stretch to the sun,Grateful to God a new day’s begun.My coffee brews, it smells just right,A small, warm joy in morning’s first light. The toast didn’t burn, my socks sort of match,And I’m thankful my zipper’s not stuck in a catch.The traffic was smooth, or I just didn’t… Read more
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