Broken places heal. God's love will mend fragile hearts. Laughter comes again. Written for OctPoWriMo 2019, Day 28. The prompt is Mending the Broken Places. I chose a haiku for today. Participating in the 31 poems in 31 days has given me new respect and admiration for poets as wordsmiths. This is hard work!
No longer thirsty. Rivers flow from my belly. Path to peace and joy. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge. The prompts are river and path. I thought of John 7:38.
Photo from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for First Line Friday. He came down from the mountains as autumn aged, before the paths could pile with snow and the bridges bowed with ice. He had needed time away from people, even well-meaning ones like his family. They wanted to help him grieve the loss of his dear Molly,... Continue Reading →
Don't let those pesky imaginary worries derail your peace!
Days apart from myself, moving by sheer will, Locked away from family, want to go home. Anxiety constant, no help from the pills. Fear I will remain in this strange world alone. How did I get here, this dark place of despair? Will I find peace and completeness anywhere? Breakthrough occurred when I finally let... Continue Reading →
In the twilight of my life, I find the sweet peace I sought when I was younger. It comes from not needing to hear everyone's opinions of my actions. Living my dreams has taught me that it's not insanity to believe in the impossible. Written for the Weekend Writing prompt from Sammiscribbles. The prompt today... Continue Reading →
Uncertainty strong, she fled the altar! Written for the Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings. The prompt for today is Uncertain.
Photo from Clipart-library.com Love left unspoken can cause so much pain, Not hearing those nourishing words proclaimed. Love words enter into the deepness of our soul, Planting seeds of value that produce joy untold. We desperately need to hear those three words. "I love you," are the sweetest words ever heard. All of our lives... Continue Reading →
Dark skin, Beautiful one, God made. Not white, Still of value, God loved. I’m scared, In my country, God kept. Written for the OctPoWriMo 2019 Challenge, Day 25. Prompt for today is White, and the form of poem a musette.
My daughter, Jan, had a crush on little Bobby Bird, who lives down the street. They attend the same school. I caught her trying to write him a letter, and I realized the seriousness of her infatuation by the copious sheets of balled up paper in the wastebasket. I said to her, "Jan, darling, you... Continue Reading →
