With our tax refund, we have paid for our trip, which will begin in the middle of May. I love it when the whole trip is paid for before we leave. I don't have to worry while traveling about missing paying the bills on the first of the month. This time last year, my life... Continue Reading →
Taking Jesus at His Word: Sunday Devotion
John 4: 46-53 Once more he visited Cana in Galilee, where he had turned the water into wine. And there was a certain royal official whose son lay sick at Capernaum. 47 When this man heard that Jesus had arrived in Galilee from Judea, he went to him and begged him to come and heal his son, who was... Continue Reading →
Let Today Begin the Healing Process!
The morrow has come. May love between races surge. Let's heal our nation. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge. The prompts are Morrow and Surge.
Healed at Last!
I am stronger now! No longer feeling like glass. My mind will not break! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #309: break and glass.
The Healing Power of Colors
I watched as the reflections changed And wondrous, beautiful colors appeared. Oh, the power of the kaleidoscope, For my immense sadness it cleared. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammiscribbles: Kaleidoscope in 23 words exactly.
Live While You Still Have the Time: Tale Weaver #240
A story written for Tale Weaver #240 from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie prompt: Wading. Includes the September 2019 Writing Prompt from Putting My Feet in the Dirt: Orbiting Halos. Frances had come to the Caribbean alone, still reeling from the sudden death of her best friend, Maya, who was supposed to share this island adventure with her.... Continue Reading →
Rainbow Healing: Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuiille
Rainbows in the sky Remind me this, too,will pass. My soul starts to heal. Written for Heeding Haiku with Cheverfeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: Rainbow.
Poets are Healers of the Soul
In elementary school, our teacher, Mrs. Geraldine Hawkins, introduced us to the poetry of Langston Hughes, James Weldon Johnson, and other black poets. The poems made us laugh, cry, reflect, and reminded us that we were identical to whites, all of us Americans. We were required to learn each poem line by line, reciting them... Continue Reading →
Church Hurt
When the screaming reached a crescendo, I wondered, “what are we doing at the church?” I had long ago stopped asking, “What can I do to help the church heal?” It was painful to stay at the church. They hadn’t been able to agree on a pastor in years. Each person in leadership was fighting... Continue Reading →
A Surprising Verdict
I was so mad at my Ex-wife. I had suffered spousal abuse from her and had come out of it feeling worthless. She had been so controlling that I lost all confidence in myself. It took me years to recover from the last years of out marriage. When I heard that she was saying that... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 