Read and Experience Profound Narratives
Quiet is a place in time I yearn to dwell and feel sublime A time to contemplate my peace; a time to let my worries cease I dim the lights, turn off the phone; this time’s for God and me…
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Thinking back to when I was a teenager, roughly 1970 AD, I recall the dilemmas that beset this young man. Important decisions had to be made. I was torn between a love for hunting and fishing, and chasing after the…
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I was sad and lonely, so depressed; when will I get some peace and rest? God must have heard my cry for help fore on the ground where I had knelt, a card I thankfully had seen was written John…
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I met a man the other day, who seemed so down on life that I enquired, “Why are you sad?” He said, “I’ve lost my wife.” “For 60 years we had so much, we cherished every day, but now she’s…
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I flinched sharply when the old, 12-gauge Stevens roared out in the October morning. A cloud of smoke hung lazily in the air, filling my nose with the sweet smell of gunpowder. Craning my neck, I searched for the gray…
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A bite in the April air caused me to snuggle deeper in my camo shirt. I struggled to sit still as I gazed down through the woods, looking for that fist-sized red head to come bobbing up the hill or…
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The sun was sinking low in the West as Thomas sped his truck around the winding curves on Route 3. He thought back to the conversation he’d had with the old man earlier in the week. The County Line Café…
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The ad in the paper It sure caught my eyeA big Brindle Plott If you try him, you’ll buy He’ll tree lots of squirrelsHe’ll sing a fine tuneHe’ll even bay hogsBut he really likes coons When he locks on a…
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Some varmint had stolenMy blue-speckled pupI’ll hunt till I find himI’ll never give up Put an ad in the paperAnd called the policeI said if I find himThis stealing will cease ‘Now it wasn’t longTill I tracked down the skunkI…
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The brisk, morning air has a fresh, pleasing smell; A scent of despair is etched deep in my cell. Crimson leaves on the hill are so lovely to see; The warden sees nothing; he won’t hear my plea. I love…
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