My feet meanders through fields, Following my soul as it takes flight. They take me to unknown places Where I find peace in morning's light. To walk down new unfamiliar roads, Paths that have went unexplored, Fills me with immeasurable joy, Bringing me closer to the Lord. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #104 from... Continue Reading →
Closed my eyes and sighed. Violin strings plucked by hand. Music sweetly played. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku poetry Prompt Challenge: plucked and played.
I would much rather drink tea in the mornings,But, people seem to be disturbed by the request.They stand around wondering what to do,Trying to figure out how to honor my behest.This is America, not London, I am often toldBy friends who cannot find a single tea bag.I hurriedly tell them that I have my own... Continue Reading →
I feel vulnerable at times, Too scared to take risks. But your love, Lord, empowers me, So I walk on mountaintops. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammi Cox at Sammiscribbles: Vulnerable in exactly 21 words.
Loving the pure tones, The trumpeter played with grace. The pitch touched my soul. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge for April 15, 2019: tone and pitch.
New chance to succeed, Putting the past behind us. Dreams don't have to die. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: New Beginnings.
Eyes closed, soul serene, Taking in the tranquil scene, Birds singing in trees. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #248: serene and scene.
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 →
Setting up to play her music, Joyless, with no smile on her face, Like the little deer on her leg, She seemed somewhat out of place. Then she started playing her music, And so blissful she finally became. Her music, so beautiful, touched me, And I just wanted to know her name. I sent her... Continue Reading →
Hurt and suffering, Your love taught me my value. Eternally glad. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from MIndlovemisery's Menagerie, April 3, 2019: Everlasting Love.
Help from Heaven 