You Are Created to Fly!
From “All The King’s Men: A Poetic Treatise On Healing” by Jamie Lewis. The Hem: a watercolor I am tired of fighting shameIts shadow chases meI reach my hand to touch HimAnd just as I feel the hem of His garment-A single thread within my graspShame rears its ugly head againI pull back in dreadUnholy …
My plan for the day was simple. I was going to drop off my ballot at the drop box and join the local public library (conveniently located in one location) and then visit the local apothecary. So, I set out for what I knew before I walked out my front door: I was going on …
“…and he will stand, for the Lord is able to make him stand.” Romans 14:4b. Stand- to persevere and to stand firm, established and held up. Able-mighty and powerful. “Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is …
Summer falls into Autumn warm spices fill our cupsand command our algorithms green erupts into colorwarm shades of the seasonExcitement fills the air and the heartsPollen dropsyellow lingers in the windI feel it upon my faceparticles of dust Goldenrod, Ragweed, Elm and GrassHay is cut and rolled into balesI sneezeagain and againEyes red, stuffy nose …
Within me is the heart of a wildflower.
Blue birds and brown house finches play the sun dips behind the treesA soft breeze catches wind chime sails the strikers play a delightful tune:A symphonic orchestra in perfect harmony. Leaves clap in adoration. I smile Breathe in the airIt’s cooler now and I can smell the slight rumblings of FallBirds scatterThe sun disappearsThe symphony …
True wealth isn’t found in the inanimate, but in the living.
Have you ever felt you didn’t know what to say to God? You are not alone.
The sky is a kaleidoscope Turned within the hand of the masterMulti-faceted pieces fall into placeEndless variationsEver changing view Each take shapeBeautiful, seen, noticedReflection, Refraction Light dancesColors seat themselves across the canvasAnother turnColors sway and settle once moreLight laughsThe keeper of the kaleidoscope breathesDelighted.
Birds aren’t meant to live in cagesNeither are peopleBut there she was: Trapped, uglyLosing all her feathersMoltingPlucking the feathers one by oneFreeing space for new ones to appearIt was painfulIt was hardPerhaps she could be beautiful againI knelt beside her“It’s okay, little one. I forgive you. You are always and forever FORGIVEN.”“I don’t deserve forgiveness.” …
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