Tuesday, September 21, 2010


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Seasons change,
They change
Suddenly, everything and nothing is different
But there has been a change
And time will tell more stories
The plot will thicken
And hopefully richen
into more than just Deja vu
of days gone by...

The self-same death and dawning
The crux of old and new
The bated breath in between...

it begins...

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-E.A.A. "Hindsfeet" 9/21/10


  1. Oh, wonderful suddenlies!
    I love the feel of this
    ~the pause between inhale
    and exhale
    ~the suspendedness
    of waiting,
    and then at last
    "it begins"
    This was like balm
    to my sore soul.
    Thank you:)

  2. "The self-same death and dawning..."

    Your words bring such new beauty and revelation to Scripture!

    And YES that's the Dewey's I was talking about!!! You won't by chance be coming to Greenville, SC on your journey will you? :)

  3. For me this provides a very visual representation of the change of seasons, the bittersweet quality of this time, and even more so today for me with the death of a dear, influential friend this week, so near the anniversary of another such friend's death ~ all at the beginning of Autumn, which used to be my favorite season, but is now met with reservation and so often sadness.