As I sit around the house, once again advised not to venture far from home because of the surge in the coronavirus, I wondered if I didn't need a new dream. So, I am daring to dream of becoming a published novel writer. I thought about entering the National Novel Writing Month challenge, but I... Continue Reading →
Don't believe the lies. You are priceless and needed. The first healing step. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #331: First and Heal.
Isaiah 41:10 So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. I love November! It is my birth month, and I look forward to it arriving with bated breath. Normally. I start to get... Continue Reading →
Tears drip quietly. Each drop takes my pain away. I can see the Light. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #327: drip and drop.
Ever since I had a hospital stay about three weeks ago, I have been off-kilter and unable to find my way to write or do anything constructive. I have changed the way I eat, which is difficult after 68 years of eating what I want, if not what I needed. It's like I am in... Continue Reading →
Zechariah 8:4-6 “This is what the Lord of Heaven’s Armies says: Once again old men and women will walk Jerusalem’s streets with their canes and will sit together in the city squares. And the streets of the city will be filled with boys and girls at play. “This is what the Lord of Heaven’s Armies says: All this may seem... Continue Reading →
John 20: 11-18 Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot. They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?” “They have taken my Lord away,”... Continue Reading →
Photo by Bikurgurl As she looked up at the heights of the trees, twenty-something Fiona grieved. Each year of mounting temperatures meant that it was unlikely that her future grandchildren would witness the beauty of the redwoods that towered over her. She love walking in the forests because the sheer height of the trees made... Continue Reading →
Photo by Cottonbro on Pexels.com Disassociation is what the doctors called it. It will soon get better with these pills, they said. But many weeks went by without a sign of relief, As the depression continued to fill me with dread. Constant darkness hovered, with no lights in sight, I had to find a better... Continue Reading →
My family still calls me the weird one, An appellation in which I take great pride. I've never been one to follow the crowds, Instead, letting my own beliefs be my guide. As a little girl among the hordes of people Living in slum dwellings of three rooms, I didn't believe the poor were valueless,... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 