How to create pages that self populate

Every once in a while I feel this empty, nothing-more-to-give feeling A thought comes into my head: Just hide away Wait and see if anyone notices you’re gone This can often last up to half an hour

Imagine going shopping, and you’re hungryYou push along through the aisles with your shopping cartAs you see something that so moves you, it’s placed in the cart When you get to the check out, you realize that you are going to have to explain what you’ve bought to the wife, and so, lots of things…

Let’s waste time togetherNo agendaNo purposeSpeaking from the heartMusing in the silenceOne of us speaks, both listenGood listenersHearing one another’s hearts Approaching soul truth “on the slant” through the use of third things helps create a circle of trust. But we make or break that circle by the way we speak, listen, and respond to…

I’m still struggling with the question, “who will listen to me?” Poetry is the language of the heart. But it isn’t written with the purpose being to write a poem. Sometimes in my writing I have begun with “I have a picture in my mind” because I actually do have a picture not words. The…

Remembering all the soldiers who fought in the war. Sad that they died Poppies Canadian, true North and Strong (The Canadian Anthem) I think I would really like to meet my relatives. A soldier comes from the heartA soldier is a soldier He is Jesus, fighting against the devil A soldier is brave, strong, willing…

I have always been alone, it seems, in this shell. I remember piano lessons, I’d ride the bus from my childhood home to our church, it took about half an hour, a mile long walk on either end. My thoughts would be a prayer, an open invitation for him to listen in along with me,…

Late one night, as I was walking from here to there, the moonlight glinted off of something on the pavement, “what is that?” A gilded button. Carefully cleaning it, and turning it over in my hand, I saw that it would need to be repaired. This was pretty fortunate. I’d needed a button. I fastened…

A most treasured gardenShe needs your sunshine to green her leaves,your rain to brighten her colors, and your wind to lift her sweet fragrance to you Lord, is there a key to this garden? Would that key make it mine?Would it then be mine to spoil or mine to tend? I Love to swim in…

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