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/Fifty years ago, many in the…
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She seemed to always have a smile.
Weekly, the ladies got together for lunch.
The entire family of four went …
By Debby Hackbarth
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Fifty years ago, many in the…
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She seemed to always have a smile.
Weekly, the ladies got together for lunch.
The entire family of four went …
By Debby Hackbarth
Read MoreWe often hear the sentiment …
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Today I beheld a Miracle;
I was humbled I was awed.
When at the birth of Darrien,
I glimpsed the face of God.
His very presence filled the room,
His love filled every heart.
As angels hovered lovingly
And urged new life to start.
Then came the sacred moment,
That Iwas so privileged to share;
When the crying of an infant
Fulfilled an ancient prayer.
Today I beheld the love of God
In its purest form.
He renewed His sacred vow to man
As Darrien was born.
That His love is unconditional,
That life will never end,
That He reaffirms His faith in us
With each new life that He sends.
Today my whole world shifted;
My perceptions rearranged,
As, with the birth of Darrien,
My entire life was changed.
For, today I beheld a miracle,
I was humbled, I was awed,
And, as I watched my child
Hold her child,
I glimpsed the face of God.
By Linda Troxell
Read MoreNow the deep green cascade of summer
hangs from the edge of a blue silver dawn
in the still air ,trees whispering the name of a hurricane
the yard celebrates last nights …
By David Wetzel
Read MoreThe age at which a…
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Protect my child with your love, O God. He’s in danger from the whispers of the world. Let your voice sing out loud in his heart. For You can …
By Linda Troxell
Read MoreIt's a joy to ride horses…
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For most of my life, I lived in the Midwest.
Then the family was transported to the Northwest.
After a few lovely years, we …
By Debby Hackbarth
Read MoreTemperatures are rising…
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While walking home after grade promotion graduation, Paulie bumped into a young lady surveying the sidewalk servicing the…
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreMy favorite vision...
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How much manifesting will it take,
To have a little log cabin, on a crystal lake?
A white picket fence and a …
By Tracey Ross
Read MorePaulie writes a biographical …
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A few days passed from the time Rip formally rested in peace underneath Paulie’s, teenage designed linen covers, allowing the boy to reflect upon …
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreI’m truly sorry you had to find my remains as such, but I felt that taking my own life was the only way out of my gnawing madness—a madness I can neither contain nor accept; a madness that has stalked me since birth and was strained to…
By CraigE
Read MoreGrey Thoughts is a place for a multitude of creators in numerous different mediums to display their creative projects for the world to see.