Beanery Online Literary Magazine

November 2, 2008

Old Dawn & A New Dawn

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Old Dawn & A New Dawn

The Photodoctor

 
 
work ends
time card marked
tired worker
steps fall
as he
walks home
 
problems at work
lean on him hard
problems with a (more…)

August 19, 2008

I BELIEVE GOD INVENTED DANCING

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I BELIEVE GOD INVENTED DANCING

FAYE ADAMS

I Believe God Invented Dancing

Why should I think this way?
Have you watched tall grass sway;
have you ever noticed leaves
merrily respond to the breeze;
 
considered robin’s “bob and run”
as he (more…)

August 8, 2008

DRESSING FOR BLESSING: GOD AND FASHION Part 2

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DRESSING FOR BLESSING: GOD AND FASHION   Part 2
—by Kathleen Clark

(to read Part 1 click on DRESSING FOR BLESSING: GOD AND FASHION Part 1)

GETTING PERSONAL
Personal church attendance spans many years. My parents always accompanied me, shepherding my Christian upbringing, though I don’t recall Mom or Dad as being particularly religious. We went rather consistently, but they weren’t strict. Sunday School was standard and when I became older (more…)

August 6, 2008

DRESSING FOR BLESSING: God and Fashion Part 1

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DRESSING FOR BLESSING: GOD AND FASHION   Part 1
—by Kathleen Clark

Sunday dressing. Wearing our best! When and why did it all begin? It’s a practice derived from the long held belief that giving and getting God’s best extends to how we look, especially on the most sacred day of the week.

Actually the specific day isn’t so important, because people worship on different days, but looking good for the service is. A broad spectrum of the Christian community; Protestant and Catholic alike, adhere to principles of “wearing our best.” Thus, conforming or not conforming to a particular set of accepted dress rules is sure fire way (more…)

August 1, 2008

BROKEN CIRCLE

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BROKEN CIRCLE

—written by Barb

 

     The sun shone brightly on this mid-September day, although the gentle breeze had to it a hint of fall. The blue sky was unbroken by clouds. The mountainsides were just starting to don their fall apparel of crimson and of gold.

 

     Thirty-one year old Rachel Graybill sat on a bench, deep in the woods on the grounds of the Somerset (Pennsylvania) Historical Society. The society’s annual Mountain Craft Days arts and crafts festival was in full swing. Rachel munched on a homemade maple sundae as the river of show patrons ebbed and flowed around her.

 

     Rachel loved coming here. She enjoyed dressing (more…)