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To be absent from the body, to be present with ...


 Job 8:11 New English Translation (NET Bible)

11 Can the papyrus plant grow tall where there is no marsh?
Can reeds flourish without water?

 

One of the great gifts today … paper for writing and printing …

 

Here we go on a fresh page from pulverized wood made by a machine

Now to write some borrowed thoughts of things that are or might have been

Blue lines on a white background as black-ink moves between the lines

Words slowly form in straining harmony in the appearance that all is fine

 

Peace on earth – Goodwill to man, it is now Christmas Season

Folks at home know that next month the bills arrive like treason

It indeed feels so good to give in a world that loves receiving

To share with all the reasons to live and stop our old nature from deceiving

 

A great time of the year is called: Christmas. A time to realize the purpose of all

Maybe a gift unmeasured in a cast that renews the Graceful message and call

A moment in time that’s hidden in the heart and that’s set aside for the sublime

Who is waiting for the moment, when called, to be absent from body and mind?

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

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