A Trumpet solo! Gratitude for my soul's joy. Harmonies soothing! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Gratitude and harmony. I am writing with jazz in the background. So soothing!
Mashup of photos by pendleburyannette (dragon) and MichaelGaida (forest) at Pixabay.com Walking through the forest, Kane saw a beautiful blue dragon. As Kane started to take flight on nimble feet, the dragon told him that he no longer found humans delicious. Their intransigence caused him indigestion. His blue color came from the blueberries he ate,... Continue Reading →
Last week was one of the most difficult of my life. I was glad to see Monday come, and that is an anomaly! It started with the death of my best friend on Wednesday, then on Thursday, I happened to check my bank statement, and I saw a discrepancy. Someone had stolen checks that I... Continue Reading →
A best friend joys in your triumphs, Shares in your sorrows and defeats, Never lets you forget your value and worth, And keeps your secrets close to her breast. A few weeks ago, I wrote a post regarding my best friend of 54 years, relating how easy it is to get caught up in your... Continue Reading →
We are challenged by Mindlovemisery's Menagerie to write a haiku or haibun from our blog name. Mine is Help from Heaven. This haiku explains what I try to do with my stories, real and imagined. I am a witness. Telling stories of God's love. Sowing seeds of hope.
Dare to hope today. Forget twisted words of doubt. Remember the Cross! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge, August 12, 2019: Twisted and Cross.
A place to rest weary and hot bones on the Silver Comet Trail in Dallas Ga Douglas and I walked on the Silver Comet Trail near our new home. It is an old railway line turned into a 61.5 miles walking path that runs from Smyrna, GA to the Georgia/Alabama line. Bicyclists and walkers share... Continue Reading →
Last Monday was the 13th anniversary of my son's death. As grateful as I am to God for thirty years of Malcolm, my heart still hurts when I am reminded of his likes and passions. He loved funky sneakers, and I sometimes find myself telling total strangers that my son would have loved their sneakers!... Continue Reading →
Her spirit moved her to walk on trembling feet to the table where the man sat alone. When he looked up, she saw the unshed tears, and she realized that he was as bereft of friends as she was. She wanted to tinker with his heart, to find ways to bring smiles to his face.... Continue Reading →