We went away for the weekend, And I forgot my Afro comb. With my Afro all over the place, It resembled a hedgehog relaxing at home. The erinaceous look isn’t cute, On someone who’s my age. But everyone complimented me, Thinking of this new style as all the rage. True story about the comb. No... Continue Reading →
I stepped into the grotto. Peace settled on my soul. I joyfully left the world behind me. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #423 from Sammiscribbles: Grotto in 17 words. Copyright ©All posts on my blog, Help From Heaven, are my intellectual property protected by copyright. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express... Continue Reading →
Courbevoie, France, near Paris, June 2023 I am not as nimble and quick as I used to be. Two hours of work and suddenly I need a bed. I question how I worked hours at a time, When a little work causes me to quiver from dread. I am not ready for hibernation, So, I... Continue Reading →
When we merge love, mercy, and compassion, With tolerance, kindness, and love, We will begin to see each other’s humanity, And lasting peace will descend like a dove. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #397 from Sammiscribbles: Merge in 28 words exactly. Copyright ©All posts on my blog, Help From Heaven, are my intellectual property... Continue Reading →
Getxo, Spain, September 2024 We try to please others, Doing the things that they desire. Our soul needs to express itself So spirits can soar higher. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #382 from Sammiscribbles: Please in 22 words.
The Rodin Museum, Paris, France, May 2023 Adults are too severe Judging boys and girls. They are not the same, But unique in the world. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #378 from Sammiscribbles: Write prose or poetry with the prompt of Severe in 18 words exactly.
At the Rodin Museum, Paris, May 27, 2023 Sometimes, I get so busy that I forget to pause and reflect on what really matters. I somehow came to believe that I needed to be doing something all the time. But I learned through sickness that the work will still be there when I return, So,... Continue Reading →
It's macabre that you think I am different, Because, like you, I have dreams and desires galore. I, too, struggle in this life to make every day positive, Praying for the safety of those I adore. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt: Macabre in 36 words.
In the Tuileries Garden in Paris, France, May 2023 In the darkness of my depression, I yearn to fly through the air and be at rest. Dissociating from my sense of identity, A seeker, I am running toward God in a quest. Broken and unable to find a calm place in my mind, Thoughts that... Continue Reading →
At the Rodin Museum in Paris, France, May 2023 Please whisper words of love to me. Let my soul be revived. Tell me you’ll always be there, And joy supreme will be realized. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #333 from Sammiscribbles: Whisper in 24 words.
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