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  • Song of ascents

    Provoke my thoughts to rise toward heaven

    Morgan Murdock Field | thewonderingmuse

    September 21, 2023
  • Lord of the harvest

    With dust-encrusted knuckles pressed against my brow, I shield my eyes from sun-soaked skies.

    Morgan Murdock Field | thewonderingmuse

    July 11, 2023
  • Unhindered

    gangly, awkward, my limbs splayed in all directions,

    Morgan Murdock Field | thewonderingmuse

    June 18, 2023
  • On this day…

    The simultaneous blessing and curse of modern technology is that it’s always reminding us of precisely what we were doing one year ago…two years ago…ten years ago, today.

    Morgan Murdock Field | thewonderingmuse

    June 16, 2023
  • Sight for sore eyes

    It’s strange how you can live somewhere for months at a time, and still feel like a citizen of someplace else.

    Morgan Murdock Field | thewonderingmuse

    June 12, 2023
  • Over the deep

    darkness has settled over the surface of the deep, and the moon’s reflection blurs as it rides the waves, making its way to shore.

    Morgan Murdock Field | thewonderingmuse

    June 1, 2023
  • If it weren’t for you

    If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have my Mary Poppins-esque purse filled with erasable colored pencils and music alphabet flashcards.

    Morgan Murdock Field | thewonderingmuse

    May 23, 2023
  • Counterfeit

    Seeing the crowds, I locked myself away in my room, and was glad to finally avoid the people who annoyed me most.

    Morgan Murdock Field | thewonderingmuse

    May 19, 2023
  • Back porch sonnet

    the drenching scent of lilacs beckoning

    Morgan Murdock Field | thewonderingmuse

    May 12, 2023
  • All or nothing

    blank pages scare the living daylights out of me

    Morgan Murdock Field | thewonderingmuse

    May 3, 2023
  • Of wastelands and watersheds

    a spring runs deep below the surface, carving granite into hieroglyphs

    Morgan Murdock Field | thewonderingmuse

    April 28, 2023
  • A psalm for the morning

    [to read when the shadows surround us, the night steals our hope, and the light of day is all but forgotten]

    Morgan Murdock Field | thewonderingmuse

    April 11, 2023
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