Tag: Writing
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Deadly Remembrance Chapter One: Andrew Hawthorne
ANDREW HAWTHORNE: November It was 1969; Andrew Hawthorne was thriving in his third year of Law School in Maryland. He had returned to his apartment in Baltimore after a short Thanksgiving break with his family in Watertown, New York. Life was looking bright for him. He had a lot to be thankful for. He had…
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Morning Plea
The tears ran down upon my face, As my mind raced in circles With questions that had no answers. It was then in the morning, I looked up to the heavens, And it was there my healing poured… Perspective, stepping upon a new path. Keeping my mind in direction, And I appealed to…
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Deadly Remembrance
Going on a mind journey with Lieutenant Andrew a.k.a. Drew Hawthorne, as he reminisces through the steel caged windows, of the St. Joseph’s Memorial Hospital Psychiatric Ward.
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Shaft of Wheat
Standing tall, golden in its place. A state, of advancing love and peace. Seeds, producing its goodness and truth. Fields, sowing their faithfulness and worth. Cycles, seasons, and the cycle of life Some in the wilderness, of solitude, Finding the chaff of un-plenty. Whose seed produces, weakness of, love so yearning. Wheat- A symbol of…
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As the Deer Pants for Water, My soul longs for You
When you become famished by life, pray this prayer of King David. He understood heartache and brokenness, but also knew where to go in his time of need, his only saving hope, God. God proved Himself faithful since the day he slew the giant with only one stone. Even through all his mistakes, he did…
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Mission Possible
“You judge according to the flesh; I am not judging anyone.”John 8:15 NASB1995 “For God did not send the Son into the world to judge the world, but that the world might be saved through Him.”John 3:17 NASB1995 Let us look at people with the eyes of Jesus, not the eyes of the world.Judgement and…
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November Rain|Sestina Poem
I November rains fall upon the lost soul Its bitterness chills deeper in the mind Relentless in its down pouring of water It pricks like sleet upon a winter night Running its course, the chill of the season A depressing rain as it moistens leaves. II A measure of cold passion it now leaves A…
