Lord, Flag my ship down. Flag in my ship.
Flagging. up with my flag or down.
Lord, where is the rain?
where is that covering?
Lordflaginmy posts.
Writersblock.
I am becoming unlost.
Iamwantingthe big looms
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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You sent out beyond your recall, go the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Rilke
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Molly,
I love your picture 'to the sea'. Ah! It ignites joy-sparks in me. And what you say about 'Flag in my ship Lord!' and our ponds drying up without the larger body of water. I am still figuring out how to navigate around- I am new to this. But what I've seen so far, I love.
Rae
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