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28 Sunday May 2023
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Extol the Lord’s striking wonders.
Behold exalted majesties.
Take measure of a blithe bluebird
lifted on currents by His breath.
Eye jaunty poppies in gay praise
as they dance with unfettered joy.
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Rejoice over His creations:
the first gasp of a newborn lamb,
a hatching chorus in new song,
the healing goodness of soft rains,
the sight of picturesque sunsets.
May all mankind be of good cheer.
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Early morning skies are laden
with His celestial glories.
Gulls pirouette in light-hearted
pavanes of praise and high above,
clouds cavort in playful frolic,
miracles of His handiwork.
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Come near, Oh Lord, my guiding light.
Share your vision of life to come.
Grant us wellsprings of joy from your
heart to rejoice in this new day.
27 Saturday May 2023
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in19 Friday May 2023
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inFirst published in Agape Review
My transgressions weigh heavily upon me, Oh Lord. Among the blameless, I do not belong. Yet, with the morning sun, you lift my heart with steadfast forgiveness and abiding love....
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22 Saturday Apr 2023
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The New Day
Declare his kindnesses
to the morning glories.
Shout out His goodness
to picturesque rainbows.
Listen to bluebirds sing
of his abiding love.
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Rejoice and behold the
majesty of His creations.
Behold the joyful cry of a
newborn to His kingdom.
Cry out with His praises
for all creatures to hear.
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The planted seed rises up
in gentle praise of His light.
Golden wheat dances in waves
to the sweet taste of His rains.
Hills of sturdy vines bear
harvests rich in His name.
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Blankets of stars across the heavens
boast of His continuous light.
A harvest moon rises over teeming
seas to recall His abiding watch.
Choral voices announce the new day
in refrains of the promises He has made.
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Be of good cheer and praise His name.
In heaven God reigns in splendid grandeur.
11 Tuesday Apr 2023
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19 Sunday Mar 2023
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Like a federation of flowers
with slick, shiny faces,
they sparkle in the light from above.
And dance with tiny ripples
that lap up on the shore by my toes.
Are those conspiratorial smirks I see?….
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24 Friday Feb 2023
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inLike sly evening shadows that slip toward the maw of dusk, my days have begun to fade in time. Pushing, struggling, shuffling, I stir knowing all will soon erode toward the eternal dust to come....
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Have you seen the iridescent breast of a hummingbird in reflections of morning light? Have you heard the echoes of a mockingbird announcing his new perch in a stalwart oak? Perhaps you have gazed on anxious moonbeams a-sparkle over light-hearted, chattering brooks....
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River of my dreams flowing passively by, yet immersed in unbridled joy watching moonbeams in rhythm with ripples below....
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01 Wednesday Feb 2023
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A shimmering light flanks a storm of guests aflush in the widened doorway. Tired shoes flagged by time and pale garb draped over supple girths await the coming advance toward treasures and passing fancies of hidden deceit.... Read the rest here.
26 Thursday Jan 2023
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Parked on a bench near the corner,
she sat with one hand clutching a purse,
the other one rocking a stroller.
In the gentle mist, I came to a stop
and eased out of the car. With an umbrella,
I moved to her side as a downpour ensued.
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With her narrowed eyes locked onto mine,
she said, “It took you long enough to get here.”
“Ma’am?” I said. “Aren’t you from the studio?”
she said. “Um, no, I just stopped to offer
you cover from the rain,” I said.
Well… Cecil is taking his sweet time, you know.”
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“Are you sure you’re not from the studio?”
“I’m sure.” It was becoming harder
to hear her voice in the thumping rain.
I looked down the street at a red and
white awning. “Perhaps I could offer
you some lunch.” “I could eat,” she said.
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“And we can get your baby out of the rain.”
She laughed and looked under the sunshade
of the baby carriage. “You hear that, Marcus?
You’re a baby.” She cackled as I peered
into the carriage and saw a small dog standing,
his tail in vigorous motion.
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At the door of the fast-food eatery,
she parked the buggy by the door
and pulled a tarp up over the sunshade
to prevent the rain from reaching the dog.
“You behave, Marcus. I’ll be back
with something good for you,” she said.
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As we stepped into the restaurant,
she paused and looked up at me.
“You recognize me?” she said. I gazed
at the short, plump gray-haired woman,
her tattered sweater held together with safety pins.
“Um, no, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure,” I said.
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“I’m Miriam, Miriam McKinney. I was in Cleo’s entourage
in the movie Cleopatra. That was my debut film. Cecil said
my work was splendid and he’d call when he needed me next.
Damn him, he’s taking his sweet time. I’m a star. My time is coming
though, I know it is,” she said. She was looking at a compact mirror
and wiping away heavy eyebrow liner that had run in the rain.
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We moved toward the counter where an associate
in a paper cadet hat stood beaming at us. “May I
help you?” he said with a big toothy grin. “What
will you have, Miriam?” I asked. She never broke
eye contact with the young man at the counter. She barked,
“Gimme a cheeseburger, animal style and a side of fries.”
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“Yes, ma’am,” he said, “and you, sir?” he said,
his eyes widening. I gazed up at the wall menu.
This was a new experience for me, but before I
could say anything, Miriam barked, “Give him a
Double-Double with fries and give us two pink lemonades,”
she said as she shuffled away toward a table.
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My billfold in hand, I asked, “What do I owe you?”
The associate, his smile unwavering, said, “The guest
ahead of you has paid for your order.” I looked around.
No one was there. Though puzzled, I said, “Thank you,
thank you very much.” “A name for the order, sir?”
he said. Miriam shouted across the room, “Cleo.”
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When I arrived at the table, she pulled
a faded newspaper from her purse, and
unfolded it. Her finger moved
to a photo on a page. “That’s me to the right
of Cleopatra. Claudette got it right. Liz overplayed
the part.” She shook her head. “What a disaster.”
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With almost no delay, I heard the paper hat associate
shout, “Cleo.” I stepped up to the counter and took
the sack and two drinks. When I returned to the table,
Miriam had replaced the newspaper in her purse
and was looking at her fingernails. I sat down and
handed the sack to her so she could retrieve her sandwich.
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She stood, grabbed the sack and one of the drinks and looked
down at me. “Are you sure you aren’t with the studio?”
“I’m sure,” I said. “Well, I thank you and Marcus thanks you,”
she said. She quickly turned and was gone. Flummoxed,
I peered down at the red palm motif on the cup
and drummed my fingers in rhythm with the rain.
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“IN-N-OUT” is one of fifty-three poems in Fred’s new
book “MY LA, Poems by Fred Miller,” available on