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the prayer shawl

August 9, 2020SL Prielipp-FalzoneLeave a comment

weaving my words
in and out
pushing them upward
a loom of emotions
tie-dyed threads
emerges a pattern
of a life lived
on prayer

if heaven is real

August 2, 2020August 3, 2020SL Prielipp-FalzoneLeave a comment

if heaven is real
locked within me
finally set free
when my here
is complete
all the beauty
i had wished
to reveal
before my here
was complete

if heaven is real
this songbird sings
the joyful melody
when my here
is complete
the tune
i wished
i could have sung
before my here
was complete

if heaven is real
may this prayer
be answered
when my here
is complete
with tears flowing
before my here
was complete

if heaven is real
may all this be so
my spirit set free
when my here
is complete
on wings of a dove
the peace dreamed of
before my here
was complete

All Guilty

June 6, 2020SL Prielipp-FalzoneLeave a comment

Last night as I lay in bed, my friend and photographer, Julie texted me a series of the strawberry moon last night. Whenever she texts me at night, I know that God is inspiring me in some way. I was reading Ephesians 4:30 when she texted the first photo. It was the last one that she texted to me that I knew God was talking to me.

Her photo, Strawberry Moon, helped me to write the blog post, “We are all guilty” on my blog, The Blogging Owl. The moon always inspires commentary.

All Guilty

Photo Credit: 6.5.2020 JR Tiede-Iveson

freedom

April 1, 2020SL Prielipp-FalzoneLeave a comment

freedom

the intercessor

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the intercessor

old afghan

November 24, 2019SL Prielipp-FalzoneLeave a comment

old afghan v4

Photograph taken by my son, Leonardo. His girlfriend’s cats, Cisco, Captain and Cora snuggled in the afghan I crocheted for my son a long time ago.

Mother Sun

November 12, 2019SL Prielipp-Falzone1 Comment

I was driving into the office early one morning last week. The sun had begun to peek over her earthen bed as I drove east to greet her. But no matter how I fast I would be able to drive nor how long I would not be able to touch her.

As she began to open her eyes wider, I thought about all the other women like her. The women who day after day rise early no matter what the night had done to her, or how dog-tired she was perhaps from working a second job to make the frayed ends meet.

Rising, always rising to meet someone else’s expectations only wanting to lay her head down again for even a moment’s peace before another long night just to rise again to another day’s work.

yawning
in yellows,
pinks and melon

pushing
past bruised
purples and black

burning
through grays
of nothingness

rising
she never
misses a day

mother sun

Later that morning, my friend, Julia, who is a registered nurse and runs the cardiac rehab floor of a community hospital and a photographer texted me this photo. Funny how the two of us see the world the same yet from different perspectives – her from the other side of the camera lens and me at the end of a fountain pen.