I tried to wrote a song today, as suggested on the OctPoWriMo 2019 Challenge. The prompt is Breathe. I wanted to encourage someone today with the knowledge that mornings always follow nights. Life’s challenges make it hard to cope, We get discouraged and lose our hope. But soon we realize that all trials pass, After... Continue Reading →
I feel like screaming! Trials just keep appearing. I won't lose my faith! Written for Day 21 of the OctPoWriMo 2019 Challenge. The prompt today is Screaming in the wind. Ragtag prompt is Scream.
Standing at the base of the mountain, Looking up to where snow rested on top. I wanted to see the views from up there , But my fear of heights to that put a stop. The guide gushed of the wondrous views To be seen, if I would just be brave and go. Watching the... Continue Reading →
It was the first of many disappointments, Promises he never meant to try to keep. I wanted to be excited for his promised visits, But the costs to my psyche became too steep. It was the hardest day of my young life. We sat on our things, evicted from our home. Mama was at work,... Continue Reading →
I kept my lips closed, although I was screaming in my mind to say something to change the thinking of the people in the room. But I am new to this church, and is it really my job to "educate" them to my way of thinking? It is a dilemma, mainly because there are no... Continue Reading →
Aw-shucks, trailblazing doesn't permit sleep-ins. Written for the One-Liner Wednesday Challenge from Linda Go. Hill. I looked up the words from 1951 , the year I was born, in the Merriam-Webster's Time Traveler, and created a saying., as requested.
October is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month! How I wish we didn't need this special time of remembrance and revelation, but we must continue to remind people of the devastation that domestic violence brings into the lives of its victims, a form of Hell that destroys and kills. I wrote this poem in honor of... Continue Reading →
According to the words in the Bible, The womb is where our life callings originate, Before we were formed in our mother’s wombs, God had set us apart and determined our fate. The passion for teaching consumed me early, As young as age eleven or, maybe, I was twelve. I would gather my cousins on... Continue Reading →
Stormy weather days. Seems like sunny days won't come. But storms always pass. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille by Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: stormy weather.
Pause from busyness. Your world needs you whole and hale. Rest your tired body. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefueille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: pause.
Help from Heaven 