It has been so long since I have been able to join in with the #HaikuPoetryChallenge at Ronovan Writes. Today is a quiet day here, one that fits so well with these words given for the prompt: Beauty & Quiet But I have calmed and quieted myself, I am like a … Continue reading Beauty & Quiet
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The Miracle of Mystery
The miracles rise Ever slowly to our eyes Hidden comes alive Resurrection Morn Sunrise filters glowingly Life has burst its chains --bg You may remember my post from last month, where I wondered about a mystery Amaryllis, given to me many years ago, and how it had never bloomed, despite … Continue reading The Miracle of Mystery
Into the Deep
The shore icy stones The waves crashing breaking And I'm plunged deeper --bg The infusing and the plunging have only gone deeper these past few weeks, as God is bringing home to me a depth of His loving that I have only begun to taste. Three appointments in as many weeks, with each … Continue reading Into the Deep
Questions & Answers, Poetry Prompt
"A Wisdom Higher" what can I say when questions cover the pain and answers elude me who carries me then over roads marred by shame with questions not answered a wisdom higher answers dark with shining as my questions unfurl His mercy answers speaks a question to my heart will you … Continue reading Questions & Answers, Poetry Prompt
song in the storm
Song in the Storm Rain flows on the roof Stilling my anxious thoughts from Spinning through the pain Thunder rolls above Lightning flashes my soul from Sleeping in the dark Spirit wakens me Revealing in the storm from Thanksgiving my song. --bg At midnight I rise to give you thanks for your righteous … Continue reading song in the storm
Drops of Creativity
Are you a creative person? I have some friends who are unbelievably creative, and they find such beautiful expressions for the deep heart that lies within them. I also have some friends who say that they don't have a creative bone in them. But I don't believe it. I think that sometimes we look around … Continue reading Drops of Creativity
Mercy in the Withering
At the back edge of my daughter's yard there stands a gnarled, withered old apple tree. When I spent several days with her last week, I found myself drawn to this tree each morning. It was the aging of the fruit scattered on the ground and the withering of the leaves that felt familiar … Continue reading Mercy in the Withering
