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Glitter

There is a sprinkle of glitter

On the surface of my coffee.

I consider it Pixie Dust,

Smile to myself

And drink a little magic.

My soup on the stove has a bit of a shimmer;

A random fairy touch I can’t explain.

And she’s asleep in her car seat,

Glitter twinkling on her cheek,

Dreaming little girl dreams,

Guilt free,

she doesn’t care.

Nor is she aware

My heart is tangled in her hair.

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Advent Night Meditation

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When I can find a quiet moment,

maybe just before I go to sleep,

I like to think I am in Mary’s womb with Jesus.

It’s quiet

and safe.

It’s only tiny Jesus and me in the sweetest darkness,

just together and nothing more,

held in unity,

each of us full of possibilities smiling serenely

in one another’s company,

surrounded by Mary,

by the universe

and its distant stars.

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