I’m late…

I’m late for a very important date.
Can’t stop to say hello, good-bye,
I’m late, I’m late, I’m late.
~The White Rabbit

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What a busy, busy week it has been, and the faster I’ve run the behinder I’ve gotten. Thus, sadly I’m not able to read your blog posts tonight or answer my comments. But, after tomorrow, things should be less hectic and I’ll be back. In the meantime, stay safe and be happy. Love, Natalie

1000. Poetry is when emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. ~Robert Frost

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I want to make poems that say right out, plainly,
what I mean, that don’t go looking for the
laces of elaboration, puffed sleeves. I want to
keep close and use often words like
heavy, heart, joy, soon, and to cherish
the question mark and her bold sister
the dash. I want to write with quiet hands. I
want to write while crossing the fields that are
fresh with daisies and everlasting and the
ordinary grass. I want to make poems while thinking of
the bread of heaven and the
cup of astonishment; let them be
songs in which nothing is neglected,
not a hope, not a promise. I want to make poems
that look into the earth and the heavens
and see the unseeable. I want them to honor
both the heart of faith, and the light of the world;
the gladness that says, without any words, everything.
~Mary Oliver

He (Jesus) will be a joy and delight to you, and many will rejoice because of His birth. ~Luke 1:14  ✝

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