A poem begins as a lump in the throat...A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words. -Robert Frost There are times, precious gracious times, when the world around me arouses the poet from her slumber; when the written word becomes manna for my day; when inspiration reminds me that I am not alone. All I can do is respond with an alleluia crowned with gratitude. All is invitation from that Power greater than myself whom I experience as God-PaPa, Brother, and Spirit-Companion.
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