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Poem: “No Omen but Awe”
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Poem: “So Trued to a Roar”
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Letter from Brazil
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Peace for Korea
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Flannery O’Connor
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Covering the Cover: Made Perfect
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Calling from the Edge
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The Disability Ratings Game
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The Way Home
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The Beginning of Understanding
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Time for a Story
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The Island of Misfit Toys
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A More Christian Approach to Mental Health Challenges
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Made Perfect
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Mary’s Song
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The Art of Disability Parenting
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When Merit Drives Out Grace
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Hide and Seek with Providence
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Unfinished Revolution
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Falling Down
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The Hidden Costs of Prenatal Screening
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The Baby We Kept
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The World Turned Right-Side Up
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The Lion’s Mouth
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How Funerals Differ
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One Star above All Stars
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Stranger in a Strange Land
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Spaces for Every Body
It was an easy road but stricken with glitter,
always horizon as a vision of home.
It was vital and virtual, drowsily actual, like a cloud on water.
Change, when it came, came so soft it seemed a seem.
Now time lies on the town like a town.
The streets are empty and the doors are shut.
God? Consider the shiver that goes through still water like a sound.
Who would we have to be to hear it?
Eyvind Earle, Reflections © 2021 Eyvind Earle Publishing. Used by permission.
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Mary Shellnut
Love this! It speaks to my soul. God’s presence is so often unseen, undetected by the physical senses, yet IS….. the ripple in the water, the shiver…. The caress of a breeze, there, but not for long. Wonderful! Thank you!