Nancy Carroll Nancy Carroll

Our Wonder Years

I walk by dying dandelions every day. So common. Gone in a breath.

But when I take time to look, it's a magic moment. A lit sparkler. A wizard’s wand. A glowing crown of thorns. A halo.

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Nancy Carroll Nancy Carroll

Flying Broken

Do I believe that I’ve been created to bring life, to be beautiful and broken at the same time? I’ve wasted too much time crawling around like a worm when I was transformed to fly—even broken. The “Lie Guy” tells me it’s too late to start flying now.

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Live Lightly

What if I really believed he cares for me, is careful with me, that he will not let me be blown away if I live lightly? This downy feather responds to the breath of the wind. It floats. It rests. It doesn't cast stones, but even without much substance, it casts a big shadow.  

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