Knocking on the tree. Nature serenades my heart. A woodpecker's song. I thought up this poem as I walked through the woods last week and heard knocking against a tree. I asked Douglas what was the sound, and looking up into the trees, he spotted a red head moving back and forth on a nearby... Continue Reading →
Peace like a river. Learning to let go and wait. The battle is God's. Written for the OctPoWriMo Challenge of 2019 of 31 poems in 31 days. The prompt today is Peace. I enjoyed the challenge and being able to complete it.
Don't let those pesky imaginary worries derail your peace!
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 →
Forgive, not for their sake, but for your peace. Written for One-Liner Wednesdays from Linda G. Hill.
Silence is good, but waves crashing against the shoreline is more beneficial to the soul. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #100 from Sammiscribbles: a story or poem about silence in exactly 15 words.
See all the pretty little letters, waiting to be formed into words. Those words can praise or criticize, according to how they are unfurled. The tormentor creates the words that cause pain and take away joy. But the one who seeks to encourage forms words that do not destroy. Words like "You are priceless" are... Continue Reading →
To see the beautiful boats, Lined up like an armada. Ready for doing their duty, From a simple sail to a regatta. Such peace it brings to me, Standing and admiring each one. I love to see the fishing ships come in, Knowing their work has been done. With a flock of gulls following, Hoping... Continue Reading →
Marcia crept into her grandmother's library, amazed at the copious numbers of books she had owned. She cried at the unfairness of life, for her beloved grandmother had died last night. No more would she cuddle with Gramma as they took turns reading the latest book in her collection and discussing the book afterwards. She... Continue Reading →
Walking through the forest alone, Listening to the birds singing as I went, I felt a weight drop from my heart, But I did not know what it meant. There between the clover and the dampened earth, I heard a still small voice speaking to me. "Regina, I know your name and you are mine,"... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 