Tag: Death

Paint Chip Catch-Up

It’s Friday and I have another paint chip prompt for you all. I know I missed the last two weeks. Sadly, on May 20, my oldest sister passed away. I had plans to go see her Memorial Day weekend. This loss has hit me pretty...

All I Have Left: A Poem for Peggy

Today marks eight years since the day my sister Peggy died of breast cancer. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss her in some small way, sometimes in a big way. Last year I wrote this poem to submit to a publication that...

I Am the 1% — I’m Not Your Pro-Choice Poster Child

In the raging debate over whether abortion should be legal, those who claim to be pro-choice often cite cases of rape and incest as justifying easy access to abortion. What they fail to mention is that less than 1 percent of abortions are performed on...

Gone Home

“Death is not a period but a comma in the story of life.” — Amos J. Farver ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ She’s gone home and will be missed She jumped the comma and flew off to the second clause Her beautiful soprano voice and kind spirit graced this...

My Mother Dear

I buried my mother in my journal in red ink with large angry letters that accused her of dying on purpose just to spite me I buried my mother in the Firehole River at Yellowstone among the towering green trees with eagles soaring above leaving...

The Joshua Tree

The desert dry, the bitter heat Home sweet home to prickly pear Lizards striped and scorpions mean A climate only the strong can bear King of them all, the Joshua Tree A reminder of Who watches and cares Waters the landscape with His tears As...

Losing the Glimmer

In my deepest depression, I thought often how much easier it would be if I was dead. The unbearable pain never seemed to let up. But I didn’t consider suicide. Instead I slept. If I didn’t have to be anywhere in the morning, I slept...

Nina, Tiny but Mighty

Between Good Friday and Easter of this year, a sweet young woman from my church, the daughter of a dear friend, went home to be with Jesus. She fought a week-long battle with complications from the flu that infected her heart. And yet her heart...

The Shepherd’s Door

The door the Shepherd opened No one can ever close The door to His tomb was sealed How it was opened He knows By it He made the only way For us to be redeemed Though the people thought He died Things weren’t as they...

Good Friday Mystery

The thick veil ripped in two Darkness covered all the land As the Spirit of God departed the body of Jesus the man How it transpired a mystery Our fragile minds cannot grasp Sins on the cross all forgiven When Jesus breathed his last Satan...