Some of us are migratory. The creative spark, It doesn’t thrive in in monotony, No matter how wonderful the monotony. Taking off to new lands Where the foraging is fresh Where the fruit is in season Where standing still is never an option.
Changing Seasons Colors no longer rhyme Stark Contrast Between what is and what will be.
What do you see? It’s not very clear It appears to be clear waters But maybe also a raging sea! The future remains unknown Our perspective but a dimly lit mirror Through the blurred looking glass I see On faith, yes faith I stand.
Knocked Out Barely Standing Wheezing for the next breath Blacked Out. I wake up to a beautiful voice She says “Don’t be afraid, I care for you.” The trauma still hurts but the bleeding stops. I wake up again Another voice says “Your pain is real, I see your wound.” I have the strength toContinue reading “Could You Believe?”
My Darling, My Child, Why do you fret? Why are you so frantic? Don’t you know My Goodness? Don’t you know My Mercies are new everyday? In the morning I watch over you in quiet; By night I am fighting hand in hand with your enemy. Take My shield and my cloak; They are yours,Continue reading “Poetry – Healing Hands”