A Simple Poet
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“The sea will wash away our footprints but not the fact we made them.” ~Marty Rubin
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He took the form of servant, not of king,
Made Himself nothing that we might be whole,
And from that nothing, everything did spring:
The humble door through which God kissed the soul.
2/2
#vss365
www.greachan.com/blog/christmas
Made Himself nothing that we might be whole,
And from that nothing, everything did spring:
The humble door through which God kissed the soul.
2/2
#vss365
www.greachan.com/blog/christmas
Christmas
From Philippians 2:6-7
www.greachan.com
December 20, 2025 at 4:51 PM
He took the form of servant, not of king,
Made Himself nothing that we might be whole,
And from that nothing, everything did spring:
The humble door through which God kissed the soul.
2/2
#vss365
www.greachan.com/blog/christmas
Made Himself nothing that we might be whole,
And from that nothing, everything did spring:
The humble door through which God kissed the soul.
2/2
#vss365
www.greachan.com/blog/christmas
Out of left field
private pain revealed
bought your grandchildren presents
for me to wrap n present
feeling secondhand
adopted mom
coming in strong
with gift wrap and signatures
Amazon didn’t provide
I’m kinda dying inside
with stuff you can’t talk about
except to strangers
on the internet
private pain revealed
bought your grandchildren presents
for me to wrap n present
feeling secondhand
adopted mom
coming in strong
with gift wrap and signatures
Amazon didn’t provide
I’m kinda dying inside
with stuff you can’t talk about
except to strangers
on the internet
December 21, 2025 at 11:54 PM
Out of left field
private pain revealed
bought your grandchildren presents
for me to wrap n present
feeling secondhand
adopted mom
coming in strong
with gift wrap and signatures
Amazon didn’t provide
I’m kinda dying inside
with stuff you can’t talk about
except to strangers
on the internet
private pain revealed
bought your grandchildren presents
for me to wrap n present
feeling secondhand
adopted mom
coming in strong
with gift wrap and signatures
Amazon didn’t provide
I’m kinda dying inside
with stuff you can’t talk about
except to strangers
on the internet
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In the hush of a misty morning
the world remains humble in its silence
reminding us that not everything
must be seen to be deeply understood.
#NaturePhotography #LandscapePhotography
#Nature #Photography #Naturelovers #Mistymornings
#vss365 #humble #Poetry #MicroPoetry
#SkyPoets #BlueskyPoets
the world remains humble in its silence
reminding us that not everything
must be seen to be deeply understood.
#NaturePhotography #LandscapePhotography
#Nature #Photography #Naturelovers #Mistymornings
#vss365 #humble #Poetry #MicroPoetry
#SkyPoets #BlueskyPoets
December 20, 2025 at 9:08 AM
In the hush of a misty morning
the world remains humble in its silence
reminding us that not everything
must be seen to be deeply understood.
#NaturePhotography #LandscapePhotography
#Nature #Photography #Naturelovers #Mistymornings
#vss365 #humble #Poetry #MicroPoetry
#SkyPoets #BlueskyPoets
the world remains humble in its silence
reminding us that not everything
must be seen to be deeply understood.
#NaturePhotography #LandscapePhotography
#Nature #Photography #Naturelovers #Mistymornings
#vss365 #humble #Poetry #MicroPoetry
#SkyPoets #BlueskyPoets
I’ve loved through
t’ worst of you
You’ve loved through
t’ worst of me
across from a table
we see
eye t eye
heart t heart
more than we ever
saw from the start
‘cause 35 years
ain’t nothin babe
we’ll go the distance
worth more than
the 2 pence we rubbed t’gether
we’re in it forever
You n I
t’ worst of you
You’ve loved through
t’ worst of me
across from a table
we see
eye t eye
heart t heart
more than we ever
saw from the start
‘cause 35 years
ain’t nothin babe
we’ll go the distance
worth more than
the 2 pence we rubbed t’gether
we’re in it forever
You n I
December 20, 2025 at 3:25 AM
I’ve loved through
t’ worst of you
You’ve loved through
t’ worst of me
across from a table
we see
eye t eye
heart t heart
more than we ever
saw from the start
‘cause 35 years
ain’t nothin babe
we’ll go the distance
worth more than
the 2 pence we rubbed t’gether
we’re in it forever
You n I
t’ worst of you
You’ve loved through
t’ worst of me
across from a table
we see
eye t eye
heart t heart
more than we ever
saw from the start
‘cause 35 years
ain’t nothin babe
we’ll go the distance
worth more than
the 2 pence we rubbed t’gether
we’re in it forever
You n I
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.
ꜰʀᴀɴᴄɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟᴇʀ
ꜰʀᴀɴᴄɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟᴇʀ
December 13, 2025 at 6:47 PM
ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.
ꜰʀᴀɴᴄɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟᴇʀ
ꜰʀᴀɴᴄɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟᴇʀ
December 10, 2025 at 8:01 PM
December 10, 2025 at 4:20 PM
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December 10, 2025 at 3:18 AM
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The sky has no cage
freedom whispers we can fly
but hearts practice hope
#Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #BlueskyPoets #Photography #ImageAndVerse #Haiga #Nature #Wildlife #Birds #Birding #Freedom #Courage #Hope #Mindfulness
freedom whispers we can fly
but hearts practice hope
#Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #BlueskyPoets #Photography #ImageAndVerse #Haiga #Nature #Wildlife #Birds #Birding #Freedom #Courage #Hope #Mindfulness
December 9, 2025 at 2:38 PM
The sky has no cage
freedom whispers we can fly
but hearts practice hope
#Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #BlueskyPoets #Photography #ImageAndVerse #Haiga #Nature #Wildlife #Birds #Birding #Freedom #Courage #Hope #Mindfulness
freedom whispers we can fly
but hearts practice hope
#Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #BlueskyPoets #Photography #ImageAndVerse #Haiga #Nature #Wildlife #Birds #Birding #Freedom #Courage #Hope #Mindfulness
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December 8, 2025 at 8:10 PM
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Grief is but love’s echo,
answering back forever.
answering back forever.
December 7, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Grief is but love’s echo,
answering back forever.
answering back forever.
December 7, 2025 at 10:57 PM
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Like vespertine moths
that circle dying light,
We chase each joy’s
transitory gleam,
Yet happiness, that
paradox extreme,
Blooms when we cease
that restless, fevered flight.
#vss365
that circle dying light,
We chase each joy’s
transitory gleam,
Yet happiness, that
paradox extreme,
Blooms when we cease
that restless, fevered flight.
#vss365
December 5, 2025 at 12:30 AM
Like vespertine moths
that circle dying light,
We chase each joy’s
transitory gleam,
Yet happiness, that
paradox extreme,
Blooms when we cease
that restless, fevered flight.
#vss365
that circle dying light,
We chase each joy’s
transitory gleam,
Yet happiness, that
paradox extreme,
Blooms when we cease
that restless, fevered flight.
#vss365
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A single line poem
November 28, 2025 at 3:56 PM
A single line poem
your lips
brush
my thoughts
run
I miss the crush
as we come undone
brush
my thoughts
run
I miss the crush
as we come undone
November 29, 2025 at 2:29 AM
your lips
brush
my thoughts
run
I miss the crush
as we come undone
brush
my thoughts
run
I miss the crush
as we come undone
November 25, 2025 at 4:44 AM
Silence holds
in grief’s refrain
flickered memories
play upon this pain
Perhaps, it’s just this time of year
thoughts of you fall ‘round like tears
whispering closer, ever near
they blow like leaves upon the wind…
in grief’s refrain
flickered memories
play upon this pain
Perhaps, it’s just this time of year
thoughts of you fall ‘round like tears
whispering closer, ever near
they blow like leaves upon the wind…
November 25, 2025 at 1:01 AM
Silence holds
in grief’s refrain
flickered memories
play upon this pain
Perhaps, it’s just this time of year
thoughts of you fall ‘round like tears
whispering closer, ever near
they blow like leaves upon the wind…
in grief’s refrain
flickered memories
play upon this pain
Perhaps, it’s just this time of year
thoughts of you fall ‘round like tears
whispering closer, ever near
they blow like leaves upon the wind…
Trust
what you
cannot
see
what you
cannot
see
November 18, 2025 at 3:00 PM
Trust
what you
cannot
see
what you
cannot
see
November 2, 2025 at 12:31 AM
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Willow Flycatcher
Curious...
Curious...
November 1, 2025 at 3:11 PM
Willow Flycatcher
Curious...
Curious...