Whither this change, so dramatic and drastic, So damaging and destroying! Wherefore this phase, so blatant and blase, So blustery and blundering!
Month: September 2017
GOLDEN SLIPPERS
"Why do people make slaves of others? We are all God's creation!"
GONE ON WITH THE WIND
Gone because life, not death, called you, Gone because healing, not sickness, overwhelmed you. Gone because joy, not sorrow, filled you, Gone because God, not devil, claimed you!
BY BREAD ALONE
Abby, stop sulking. Come along. You said it would be fine, Leah. Its not! Of course it is. I love all this walking! Are you kidding me? We were safe inside. You said it's better outside! You were the one cribbing and couldn't wait to get out! I didn't know what we won't have! What … Continue reading BY BREAD ALONE
LOW POINT HIGH GROUND
Forlorn in desolation, Yet majestic in isolation. Desperate with barrenness, But pregnant with promise. Lowly in appearance, Yet noble in substance. Lost in vastness, But protected in fineness. Darkness around the nearness, Yet lightness around the horizon. Overshadowed by the depth of the grave, But canopied by the grace of the heavens. Standing in the … Continue reading LOW POINT HIGH GROUND
TRIBUTE TO MY SISTER
Who can bear the loss of a life, A daughter, a sister, a wife, a friend, a mentor, All rolled together in one? Who can know the extent of breath, Whether it is an hour, a day, a month, a year, All condensed to form a living! Who can redeem the lost, Restore the marred, … Continue reading TRIBUTE TO MY SISTER
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