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This great mystery I’m living holds my rapt attention for sure.
Moments.
The wonder of the moment.
Present.
Connected with every other moment in time.
That I still walk out my door and look up at the sky and am amazed.
I see the moon and stars, and crick my neck in the seeing, not caring.
I walk the beach and each stone captures my gaze, I stumble in the sand,
looking to the waves, then down at the sand, the stones, the sky.
Fighting familiarity that would like to befriend me.
No thank you.
With the wonder of a wide-eyed child I will walk through my days.
Whether I am 8, 18, or 80.
I will live in the lap of the mystery and wonder of a Heavenly persuasion.
I will keep looking up.
This is the last five minutes of writing together at Lisa-Jo’s until next year!
Oh my!
Hope to see you there!
It’s like a Writer’s play date!
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Enthusiastically, Dawn 
I think we are called to be this childlike…beautiful reminder.
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Nice post.
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Lovely!
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I feel that wonder in what you have written, through your words. I pray we never lose that wonder. Blessings.
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