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Lenten Poems

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Morning in the Desert

All night Satan has offered you
grapes and honey made of air
or opened chasms at your feet
that weren't really there
but then morning breaks
and Satan flies away
and for a moment everything
is as you made it that first day
Posted by careywallace at 8:01 AM

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  • ▼  2007 (40)
    • ►  April (6)
      • Saturday
      • The Harrowing of Hell
      • Death at the Oasis
      • Judas and the Elders
      • The Pearl of Great Price
      • The Temple Cleansed
    • ►  March (27)
      • The Fortieth Day
      • Turning Toward Jerusalem
      • And Angels Came and Attended Him
      • The Devil Vanished From The Desert
      • Away From Me, Satan!
      • The Lust of the Eyes
      • Ararat
      • Jerusalem
      • This Life Is A Desert
      • The Desert Is Like The Ocean
      • The Desert of Sin
      • The Pride of Life
      • Offering
      • I Kings 19 II
      • The Word of God
      • Exodus
      • The Lust of the Flesh
      • My Heart Lives In The Desert
      • The Devil Is In The Desert
      • The Small Voice
      • I Kings 19
      • When Are You Coming Back?
      • Relinquished
      • Time Heals All Things
      • City Limits
      • The Lost Coin
      • The Desert Won't Tell
    • ▼  February (7)
      • The Sweet Desert
      • Morning in the Desert
      • East of Eden
      • What Did You See In Your Dreams, Son of Man?
      • The Children of Israel
      • Jonah, On The Second Day
      • Ash Wednesday

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