Marvelous & Terrific

    Pain terrific falls I cry out from drowning, "Come Marvelous Savior!"   From terrific waves Pain washes my soul and I Find marvelous birth --bg   After a weekend of intense pain flares, these word prompts of "Marvelous & Terrific" for the #HaikuChallenge offered at Ronovan Writes struck my heart so deeply. The … Continue reading Marvelous & Terrific

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

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