Description: I wrote this poem in a time of recovery and healing working in Yellowstone National Park. It was what God was speaking to me in that time, trying to lift me out of my spiritual darkness kindly and lovingly. My Darling, My Child, Why do you fret? Why are you so frantic? Don’t youContinue reading “Poem – Healing Hands”
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Rest for the Weary
It’s been a long hard road Every day fraught with trouble. I’ve been fight or flight It’s been so long, It could be my whole life. Always fighting fear and pain. Troubled thoughts Trying to drag me into the grave. No room for self No room for love No room for others amongst these thoughts.Continue reading “Rest for the Weary”
Falling From Great Heights
When we fall, we think that we have come from some great heights. If we look more closely, we’ve merely been shed of what was an unsustainable moment in time. We cannot push to make good things last forever. Sometimes all we really need to do is let go, let God, and move on toContinue reading “Falling From Great Heights”
Ryan Bowser 