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Poetry & Prose rss

Gerbera

May 26, 2018

  yellow gerbera daisy basking in warm sun beaming happy light. Photo: aryan tyagi on Pexels.com

Starlight, star bright

Awakening

It was a long way down. She stood on the very peak of her home, finding it not at all odd to be there. Inside, her parents, brothers and sisters slept while she rode the wind. It was wonderful. Beautiful. The sky was dark indigo, dotted wildly with brilliant stars. Her father liked to count… Read More ›

Everything in its time

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven… Ecclesiastes 3:1 I await Your timing, Lord, but in the waiting, let me share, gift by gift, day by day so others know Your love and care. In the labyrinth of my days this moment is all I know, Everything in its… Read More ›

Flower Border

Mercy

“Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23 (NIV) When you are overwhelmed – consumed by  temptation loss, fear, faithlessness, illness, anger, disillusionment, disbelief, depression – the surprising, sometimes self-inflicted, often unknowable events that cause you to… Read More ›

Apple Blossoms

Always

Then you will call, and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and He will say: Here am I.  Isaiah 58:9 No matter how down you may be, there will be blossoms along life’s way, waiting to make you smile. No matter how disappointed you are, blues skies remind you, tomorrow holds unknown… Read More ›

Tulips

Two yellow tulips, one red in the garden bloom, new with spring’s promise

no rain

spring flings its promise against high expectation tempered by no rain  

Poetry

Secrets

Giving, loving, laughter flip like a tarnished token when resentment and shattered trust are awoken. Secrets of silence, of words not spoken, lie in veiled whispers, promises broken. Choose, you ask, hungering for words best not spoken. Have you someone new? Am I a mere thought, a forgotten token? This secret passion for truth in… Read More ›

Crocus

SPRING

Sweet is the touch of spring, Pleasant, arriving cool and green, Redolent with aromas of turned dirt, Invading senses, bringing smiles. New growth, blue skies, longer days, Gentle breezes softly sigh. Stirring memory of times gone by, Purest recall of other moments Running free, laughing loud, Infecting life with the virus of joy, Never aware… Read More ›

Work in progress

Works in progress

Caro Miller didn’t want anyone to question her mental health, which her mother would, if she learned her independent, successful daughter had spent the last two years with an anti-establishment, passive-aggressive creative writer, a never-published author whose piles of drivel crowded shelves, drawers and several boxes. He printed everything out, but never threw anything away…. Read More ›

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