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		<title>Ephesians 2:4-5</title>
		<link>http://leisy.wordpress.com/2009/07/07/84/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 05:53:34 +0000</pubDate>
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&#8220;But God, who is rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, even when we were dead in trespasses, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved)&#8230;&#8221;
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		<title>Swallow a swarm of skipperlings</title>
		<link>http://leisy.wordpress.com/2009/06/22/swallow-a-swarm-of-skipperlings/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 18:55:09 +0000</pubDate>
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She flutters at the feet
of one who walks beside her.
Dainty; daring fragility.
A reflective dance
She revels in revealing
a fluttering heart
Transparency is a window
See-through; Not see-into.
Like unstained glass of an angel&#8217;s wings.
Image courtesy of The Bird Paparazzi
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		<title>Tribute to a Smile</title>
		<link>http://leisy.wordpress.com/2009/05/03/tribute-to-a-smile/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 05:46:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The first time you smiled at me -
really smiled;
I was gaffed by your grin.
I can still see you:
(Head thrown back in laughter)
Eyes shining
from lustrous blue to deep,
mirthful azure
(And creases in the corners).
A lifetime spent
plumbing those depths
would never
Breach the surface
of your joy
in that moment.
(I&#8217;d like to try).
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		<title>Cultivating Culture</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 22:03:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Culture is what makes a person unique and identifies him with others of similar traditions, beliefs, and passions.  It is shaped by a variety of subcultures; but culture is ultimately that which comprises a person&#8217;s identity.  The word &#8220;culture&#8221; shares Latin roots with the word &#8220;cultivate&#8221;.  A person&#8217;s core identity, therefore, is [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=leisy.wordpress.com&blog=1150644&post=66&subd=leisy&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Taste Makes the Time Machine</title>
		<link>http://leisy.wordpress.com/2008/11/26/taste-makes-the-time-machine/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 06:21:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was in bed with a cold once,
Many years after my mother stopped
Bringing me tissues and 7-Up on such occasions.
I drove myself to the store
To buy cough drops and soups
That I might attempt to nurse myself.
When I got home,
I opened my Cup o&#8217; Noodles (chicken flavor)
to pour in steaming water, carefully.
Without thinking,
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		<title>Lucid Dreams</title>
		<link>http://leisy.wordpress.com/2008/11/08/lucid-dreams/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Nov 2008 20:11:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had a dream in 1963
When Bank of Justice
Was bankrupt severe.
Insufficient funds,
Forever indebted,
Yes we can.
I had a dream in 2008
That the color blind
Joined hands indigent,
Enslaved to life and
Pursuit of Happiness.
Yes we can.
I had a dream today,
While we breathe we hope,
The answer has come
That assembles the
Radicals to rejoice
Yes we can.
I had a dream come true
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		<title>Glory Shadows</title>
		<link>http://leisy.wordpress.com/2008/11/06/glory-shadows/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 09:12:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The sea is parched. She drinks deeply from the
Streams of the world and throws herself on shore:
Awash with water-lust: no repose here.
The wasteland is bereft. Hear where wind breathes:
Inspire – yearning for life – Expire. Nothing
Comes from nothing.  The desert’s just deserts.
Yet still there are remnants of the great flood:
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		<title>On Swans Reflecting Elephants</title>
		<link>http://leisy.wordpress.com/2008/10/28/on-swans-reflecting-elephants/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 15:55:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Little Sestina]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Salvador Dali]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Three sisters laze upon a pond, each one a graceful swan
In summer’s heat; buoyant are they with corpulence of elephants.
One wood nymph remains, lying among gnarled trees burnt with fire.
She sings, warning: “Else all will be put to death on the earth,
Glide not upon the lake; make no wake on glossy waters.”
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		<title>Dan Mtzvih*</title>
		<link>http://leisy.wordpress.com/2008/10/22/dan-mtzvih/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 02:28:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She heaves a swollen sigh;
The time will come alas
Together we shall lie
Life&#8217;s breath may now supply
What the spirit may yet surpass.
She heaves a swollen sigh
Moments slip tacitly by,
Fragile as shattered glass.
Together we shall lie
My gentle brother and I
Pause; let her soul to pass.
She heaves a swollen sigh
Oh dear God, hear my cry.
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		<title>The Bookstore</title>
		<link>http://leisy.wordpress.com/2008/09/07/the-bookstore/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 00:35:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Saturday afternoon crowd swirled
In waves, swallowing and regurgitiating (grains of thought) on salty shore.
I am alone, drowning in a book, when
His hand reached out of the throng, spreading
Fire through my veins; undulating—
Shoulder to spine to stomach— igniting
A surge of emotion there.
I come up for air.  The hand is no more. Shipwrecked with
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