One Word


I asked for a word.

The response seemed Providential in its familiarity with my penchant for making almost anything unnecessarily complicated:

Not just a single word, but a single syllable.

An invitation
to shake off shadow and wake to wonder.

It has echoed through these dozen months
sometimes singing
often haunting
always reminding
(though I’ve not always heeded).

Giving me permission to pry
my eyes from fear (and its death-bringing clutches),
and, instead,
to look up,
ahead,
fastening my faith to what will come,
and trust that it is Good.

Powerful, that word.

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 2, 2013 at 6:42 PM

    Powerful word indeed.....canoe safely landed

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    1. Anne Lowry PharrJanuary 4, 2013 at 4:14 PM

      Thanks so much for reading, and for the response. So encouraging . . . . .

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