We hear the music of laughter,
we hear rumblings of applause.
We hear the shouting and rampage,
we hear incessant banter.
Only God hears the silent cry.
Is it our disagreements over religion
that offer solution to a longing heart
or the silent cry to God believing
it’s been heard?
Not According to Plan 
From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I. Psalm 61:2
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Amen Carlos! Always offering inspiration! Thank you. Love, Deb
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Love from Brasil, Deb!
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Love back from Milwaukee Carlos❤️
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Beautiful city! lots of water, I love water! is it cold?
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You are an incredible poet, Deb… but of course, I should have guessed. Your prose is so beautiful. Love this post… stunning in its brevity and beauty; powerful in its questioning. ❤
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Oh Lynn, you are very kind and encouraging. A wonderful support to me. Love, Deb
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Beautiful!
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Beautiful and somehow reassuring.Thank you!
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Thank you! I’m so glad we’ve connected. And thank you for pointing me to Tolstoy’s definition of art: “something that represents emotion. The creator puts his into it and the viewer feels it.” That’s beautiful.
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It sure is!
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