The past will leave a pall over our livs that if we are not careful will steal the joy of the present and future away from us. I never lived in a house where there was a man. I never saw a good romance, except on television, and even as a child, I knew those... Continue Reading →
I'm American! Why must I face racism? Please, God, let it change! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #311: Change and face.
The path to finding where we belong isn't always transparent. I have learned that the unexplored path that no one else seemed to take has always led me to wonderful places, helping me find a home. By home, I mean that place inside of us where we come to appreciate who we are and what... Continue Reading →
Photo by Raine Nectar at Pexels.Com I saw a rainbow glowing beyond the horizon, And it stirred in me a hope that I had lost. It made me realize that sometimes we forget That freedom and love come at a heavy cost. It is a payment that everyone must share Across the generations and space... Continue Reading →
I love America! It's my home, born and bred! It's, unfortunately, imperative that I state these facts from the beginning, so that no one feels the need to tell me to "go back where I came from." I know that I may lose some followers, but this is a post that I have been putting... Continue Reading →
Some may call me obdurate in my belief That babies everywhere aren't born full of hate. Someone has to teach those little ones to loathe others For racism and other isms to carry a lot of weight. I love to see the toddlers laughing and hugging, Not mindful of any kind of differences there. So... Continue Reading →
Rodney was known as a fickle prince, No one girl was enough for him. He didn't try to understand fidelity, Thinking he was such a gift to them. Intimacy was for girls, he thought, He was just looking for some quick fun. But, like every cad whose ever lived, A situation arose he couldn't overcome.... Continue Reading →
Lost without knowing why, Love can fade away. It must be nurtured With grateful words each day. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #157 from Sammiscribbles. The prompt is Fade, and we are asked to write a poem or prose in eactly 17 words.
Habakkuk 3:17-18 Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food,though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.... Continue Reading →