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My children's faces are private candles i sometimes worship at.
Deborah Keenan -
This path, this road that is one perfect straight line even if it goes around the world through heat and fog and rain and snow and it's my life I keep thinking. It's my life.
Deborah Keenan
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My son called to me that God was inside his red fire engine. He wanted to show me. I did move as fast as I could, spilling like water through the kitchen door into a summer day, but God had left by the time I got there. My son smiled, told me I'd missed him by seconds.
Deborah Keenan -
The longing to be holy makes us weep, and we trust tears since they are made of water and come from our body, a double blessing.
Deborah Keenan -
In poetry you can leave out everything but the truth.
Deborah Keenan