Monthly Archives: July 2011

Heaven

© Copyright 2011 by Joel R. Hall – All Rights Reserved What is heaven like? Is it filled with pious angels Strumming harps While reclining on fluffy clouds? Is it a shining city With streets of Gold And gates of … Continue reading

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Don’t Give In

© Copyright 2011 by Joel R. Hall – All Rights Reserved The temptation is strong… …strong like the wind. It pulls you like the tide… …flows like a river. Don’t give in. It might even seem the right thing to … Continue reading

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Ten Things I Hate

© Copyright 2007, 2011 by Joel R. Hall – All Rights Reserved 1. Lies! I hate lies with a passion, and I’m not just talking “black” lies either. I’m talking ALL lies, black, white, purple, red, gray, blue, or polka … Continue reading

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The Magician

© Copyright 2011 by Joel R. Hall – All Rights Reserved Wrapped in a cloak of illusion, The Magician takes the stage. Smiling, always smiling, She bows at them and waves. The only thing she shows them Is exactly what … Continue reading

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The White House on Jersey – Part 2

© Copyright 2009, 2011 by Joel R. Hall – All Rights Reserved At this point in my tale, let me pause to introduce some new characters. These are people linked more temporally than geographically  to the White House on Jersey … Continue reading

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I Fall Down

© Copyright 2008, 2011 by Joel R. Hall – All Rights Reserved I seek to bless but somehow frighten… I fall down. I ask the Lord my soul to lighten… I fall down. I seek the Truth. Falsehood confounds me… … Continue reading

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The White House on Jersey – Part 1

© Copyright 2008, 2011 by Joel R. Hall – All Rights Reserved We moved from the little brown house not long after my third birthday into the house that truly defines my childhood: the house our family always afterward referred … Continue reading

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