Jonathan was angry with his mother. At age 16, she had denied his request for a motorcycle. He thought, "How dare she tell me no! Nobody tells me that I cannot have what I want!" His mother hated that he was angry, but she knew that denial is valuable for people. Getting everything one wants... Continue Reading →
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 →
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.
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.
What we can do with longer days, Let me count the marvelous ways. Picnics happening on lush green grass, As the new leaves in the trees sway. Listening to what seems a frog chorus, As they are in the weeds ensconced. A church service in the beautiful woods, With reverence and call and response. Strolling... Continue Reading →
Love is a wonderful, iridescent emotion, Especially when paired with devotion. Together they lead to the enviable notion Of years walking together in dual motion. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammiscribbles, March 2, 2019: devotion. Use only 25 words to express something about devotion. Ragtag prompt is Iridescence.
The line between love and hate isn't as indistinct as people think. Love builds up; hate tears down. Written for the Weekend Writing prompt from Sammiscribbles for February 23, 2019. Write a flash fiction, poem, or anything you like in only 18 words from the prompt:Indistinct.
Daily, I savored the beauty of the far horizon, Where the ocean, moon, and the sky became one. I knew that beyond it, a sanctuary waited for me, A place where my hopes and dreams would be born. My weary soul sought a quiet, sacred resting place, Where the wisdom of the ages could be... Continue Reading →
Snow covers everything in the backyard. Yet, I can picture the furrowed rows of plumb, red tomatoes, ready for summer picking. I can almost taste the sweet meatiness of a beefsteak tomato, feeling the juice haphazardly running down my chin. Posted for the Weekend Writing Prompt for Sammisscribbles: Furrowed in 40 words.
Amazed, I looked at my silhouette, For there was no hint of my constant sorrow! Instead, I seemed secure and relaxed, As though I yearned for each new tomorrow. There's no way the artist can capture my tears While only drawing me from the one side. So, I'll continue to pray for God to rescue... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 