out from in the mist

my tanka 短歌

he rescued: you
protect me: the difference
reason why I stay

Posted by The Mist at Monday, October 23, 2017

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“To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.” ― Pablo Neruda

in the year two thousand thirteen of our Lord I posted over a thousand words and I wonder what words - ever struck a chord - it is easy e...
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is it best to serve God on bicycles, long skirts and flat shoes white crisp shirts and narrow black ties. bags strapped across the shoulder...
John 14:16 "And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Helper, to be with you forever"

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methodology

it is fitting that a harvester falls in love with a meadow with so many facets: spring in its glory, the lazy summer nights the calmne...
west

it always feels the south is so far behind not worthy of all that could be offered as long as it was clouded in need: but the south has ...
Psalm 139

The gist of it is I miss the wind As I stood on the porch And watched it All pass: my love
we are what we are - so let us be blessed

to have seen and not been part of - must be such an awkward feeling to be an awakening that can never be undone - you have passed through i...

About Me

: With this blog I hope to encourage others who deal with autistic loved ones as we travel through and out of this mist which creates a sense of loss, bewilderment, envy, and love that is found in moments that most neurotypicals miss. Let us not miss – let us join and become envy and enjoy those moments of bewilderment. I write poetry to help me cope with my life. It allows me to vent, to ponder, and to dream on hopes…enjoy. My other poems can be found ….

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