The movement of tides! Their ebb and flow bless my soul. Peace descends on me! Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #332: Ebb and Flow!
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.
I don't live in an affluent neighborhood, but I felt wealthy as I watched a very spirited hummingbird seeking nutrition from the petals of the flowers indigenous to our area. I was walking on the trail near my home, searching for inspiration for my blog post. Being an iridescent person, someone who seems to understand... 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.
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 →
Where do you feel most at home? Please be more specific than “at home, doh” please. It could be a room in your home, a person, a location… I feel most at home in nature or in a garden. When I am walking through the forest or on a path, with birds singing, I feel... Continue Reading →
Storms rage in this life. It seems like they will not end. But calm will prevail. Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: calm and storm.
Remember our oneness, for "We the People of the United States," is a better description than "them" and "us." Written for One Liner Wednesday from Linda G. Hill. A short reminder that a nation divided cannot stand, is vulnerable to our enemies, and that our beloved democracy will be threatened or lost.
Isaiah 60: 17-18 Instead of bronze I will bring you gold, and silver in place of iron. Instead of wood I will bring you bronze, and iron in place of stones.I will make peace your governor and well-being your ruler. No longer will violence be heard in your land, nor ruin or destruction within your borders, but you... Continue Reading →