You Are Created to Fly!
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.” …
You are a gentle answerA WhisperA HopeThe Lamb of GodLaying down your lifeNo one takes it from youYou are a thunderous replyA RoarA hopeThe Lion of JudahShouting out your victoryDeath can't keep you boundYou are a tree of LifeThe hope fulfilleda tongue bringing healingMy heart lies open before youMy victoryMy freedomMy healingMy Lion and My …
poetry #prose Have you ever felt you were carrying so much you couldn’t seem to hold on to all of it? Maybe you’ve felt just as fragile as an armful of eggs. Perhaps you’ve even felt so desperate to hold everything together, that not only did all the things you were trying to carry break, …
On my way home yesterday evening I drove toward the rising moon in the east. It was beautiful over the water. I love this portion of my drive. Crossing the bridge seems to be a doorway of peace whether coming or going. As I looked at the moon I glanced into my rear view mirror …
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