Author: Annabelle
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Poems from On High
Each of these five poems was written on a recent flight from Washington, DC to Colorado, inspired by the view of the landscape below from 30,000+ feet. Golden thread of silt and commerceCities strung like pearlsAlong your banksWhere do you go?Where is your beginning?To what end do you flow? Fossilized dinosaur spinesor maybe…branching treesreclining for…
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“Take a chant(s) on me!”
I hope you enjoyed the ABBA reference 😉 I wanted to post two videos I filmed a few weeks ago based off of simple chants that sprang into my head a couple of years ago. I come from a family that loves music – singing oldies together and having jam sessions with extended family were…
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Psalm 42 Remix
A deer longs…My soul thirsts…The living God –Come and behold! Continuallyremember,pour out –throngin processionwith shoutsand songs,keeping festival! Cast down?Disquieted? Hope. My help,my God!Remember. All,Steadfast love,God of my life,My rock –Why forgotten? Walk mournfully?Dead-ly?Continually? Hope in God –Help! © Annabelle P. Markey
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The Parable of the Purple Flowers
One day, when it was finally cooler outside, a homeowner went out to mow. With the upbeat pop-rock of U2 to accompany her, she had mowed the front yard, battled the fairly steep “hill of death,” took a brief but tremendously tedious interlude to pull invasive English Ivy, and was nearly finished mowing the backyard…
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“Follow Me” (Matthew 16:24-28)
Jesus told his disciples,“My followersdeny themselves,take up their cross,follow me.Truly I tell you,taste death…see the Son of Mancoming in his kingdom.” While praying my daily lectio divina practice with Matthew 16:24-28, the words that caught my attention were “will not taste death.” As I sat with those words for a little while and entered into…
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Dear Jesus,
Inevitably on my walk I whisper, “I wish to see you…” Then, surprisingly or rather unsurprisingly, Deer leap from hiding once obscured around me. Tails up – white flags to say, “I’m here!” Do you, too, hide in the shadows – the thick, tangled underbrush, the thickets of our lives – where all is a…
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A Word of Prayer
Holy One, at the dawn of creation, you spoke and the world came into being. Your words shaped the sun, moon, stars, and planets. Your words formed us from dust and your breath gave us life. When we turned from you, you sent prophets and leaders to call us back to you. And you sent…
Journeying Together 