Mark 4:37-38 But soon a fierce storm came up. High waves were breaking into the boat, and it began to fill with water. Jesus was sleeping at the back of the boat with his head on a cushion. The disciples woke him up, shouting, “Teacher, don’t you care that we’re going to drown?” I can... Continue Reading →
From FreeImages.com Once the storms blow past, Birds take to the air again! We should do likewise! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Bird and Blow. I thought about taking back our power after the difficulties of life pass.
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.
I opened the door to persistent knocking, unable to believe that anyone in the town hadn't heard about the cancellation of the festivities to benefit the orphanage. There was a heavy thunderstorm, the wind snorted outside, rattling my windowpanes. It seemed as if the old house was making me aware of its displeasure at being... 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.
No matter how fierce, Storms eventually end. Troubles, too, will pass.. . Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #241: fierce and storm.
I was looking for love in the wrong place. My soul was bruised each day at school by bullying, people running by me calling me, "Little Monster," and boys teasing and taunting other boys with assertions that I was that boy's girlfriend. I never said a word, not wanting to make things worse. Feeling ugly... Continue Reading →
Mark 4:39-40 When Jesus woke up, he rebuked the wind and said to the waves, "Silence! Be still!" Suddenly the wind stopped, and there was a great calm. Then he asked them, "Why are you afraid? Do you still have no faith?" It had been storming for two or three days in a row, and... Continue Reading →