Tag: God

My Story in 44 Words

Another poem written during my coaching class with Sarah Thebarge. —– My Story – A Quadrille They stole my innocence, my peace Left me powerless, without any choice Pain buried in alcohol, drugs, academic success Unhealed pain, despair, darkness never leave, never will God calls...

Who Am I?

A Quadrille self-portrait for dverse Poets Pub. ——– I am afraid at my core but courageous because I know God loves me I am survivor, forgiver I am a killer, but forgiven I am an introverted extrovert straddling the line of expectations Melancholy but full...

Where Division Begins and Ends

I watched the children at their play Left to their own devices Selfishness and pride ruled the day They seemed to forget what nice is I saw the ones who had no toys Longingly eye the others The rich, the privileged girls and boys Ignored by...

Assumptions of Bias

During the past week watching the news and reading Facebook posts about the violence and racial tensions in this country, I was struck by the assumptions made by some who protested the loudest. One such assumption—a  statement I read more than once—was that white people...

Seeking Truth

Words matter. Our choice of words, whether speaking or writing, makes a difference. And words have meaning. That’s what dictionaries are for—to tell us what words mean. When we try to use words to mean something other than what they really mean, it causes confusion....

For the Love of Summer

Love keeps no record of wrongs To me summer means love with its hot sunny days and plants blooming everywhere Do you suppose summer keeps a record of winter’s wrongs its harsh cold blizzard blasts freezing rains and icy winds Does summer hold a grudge...

All Good Vacations Must End

It’s Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and Toni is calling for a haibun about everyday things with a true haiku at the end. I did my best. We’ll see what she thinks. This haibun is looking forward to later in the summer when I’ll...

Blooming Season

I couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend Mother’s Day than walking with my son among 600 or more varieties of iris, along with the many “companion” plants—oriental poppies, fringe trees, lupine, and more. The weather is perfect. The sun comes out enough to...

The Book of Life

I am not frightened by the sight of an ugly deformed fallen angel hovering in my room. I’m writing of his presence because his fleeing in the name of Jesus is evidence of a name, my name, being written in a book— the Lamb’s Book of Life everlasting...