there are thin places everywhere
my neighbour sings a morning song to his grandson.
a small body’s laughter finds me through the thinly papered walls.
the mouth of my right ear rests
famished
against the flimsy barricade—the patterned hindrance.
the shape of the soft offering placed in my hands, at once
familiar.
the lilt of the tender summons, water in my hands.
it lingers.
how a thin place, a lack, is a gift sometimes.
{a poem from, The Velveting Bones}

There are my lovely, when you don’t expect to find them xx
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Aah, my lovely friend… isn’t that the truth and we have made a life searching for them. So much love to you! x
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Oh Leizel, I’ve always heard the thin places are those places on earth so close to God’s Presence that there is barely any covering between heaven and earth. With this definition, how absolutely the picture of God’s pleasure in singing to her grandson! The joy of His singing over us with rejoicing, and He will calm us with His Presence! So, so lovely…
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What a beautiful way to word it… ‘those places on earth so close to God’s Presence that there is barely any covering between heaven and earth…’ Thank you, Joanne!
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I love this
I love your writing
Xxx
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Thank you so much, dear Joanne! x
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Thank you, Liezel. 🩵We have had a most welcomed ra
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Thank you, lovely friend, although I can only see half your comment. I don’t know why! x
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Oh, YES!!!!!!
https://unsplash.com/photos/a-brick-wall-with-a-face-painted-on-it-o7bRQmmWahc
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So beautiful Liezel, thank you!
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Thank you, dear Gaye! x
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