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Sensitive to Smell

Sensitive to Smell
by
John W Frye
They could have heard
a feather drop.
Quiet. Still. An eye blink a thunder clap.
She snapped the frail neck
of the valued jar.
Surprising, captivating smells assault their senses
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Sweet with Age

Sweet with Age
by
John W Frye
They live on property
near the valley
of the shadow of death.
This man I know who weeps
involuntarily when he remembers
90 years of life’s kindnesses.
He’s seen war and the damage of war.
He’s worked hard and believed well.
He wants to outlive his aged wife
so he can care for her to the end.
This woman I know
whose [...]

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Poet Lori-ette, My Daughter

Let me introduce my daughter Lori, the poet and ‘real’ writer among the Frye clan.
But first…
Eugene H. Peterson writes, “We get ourselves ready to pray by looking at a tree…and seeing ourselves in it….Comprehension of the invisible begins in the visible. The deepest relationship of which we are capable has its origin in the everyday [...]

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Dead Face of Jesus

Dead Face of Jesus
by
John W Frye
By the casket I stand
Looking at the dead face-
Face of a dear friend.
Gently touching the face
Slams me with death’s reality;
A face cold, hard in death’s way.
The dead face of Jesus.
How many saw that face?
A few touched it;
Mary most of all I’d think.
Scoffers, soldiers, few friends,
Joseph and Nicodemas saw it.
Catholics, Anglicans, [...]

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The Race

The Race
by
John W Frye
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Two bodies running, Jerusalem bound,
To those fearfully hiding behind locked doors.
Emmaus disciples, minds racing even faster
To contain the uncontainable–Jesus is alive!
Running, running not fast enough,
Feet too slow for the startling good news:
Two who had listened to Jesus,
Who broke bread with the Risen [...]

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The Shelter of Words

The Shelter of Words
by
John W Frye
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God.
God is an idol.
Not the reality, but the word “God.”
The word “God” cannot contain the reality.
How many of our words are idols?
Not because they want to be,
But because they cannot
       carry their infinite loads.
Trinity. Three little idolatrous
Syllables chosen [...]

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