Sprouts

There’s something sprouting Watered by years of dreams and tears Unyielding pursuits and misunderstandings Lives laid to rest upon the plight There’s something sprouting What will it yield? And who will be blessed to glean Still sowing with the reward unseen No hope has been lost The journey wages on And though the unknown is

Day 14 – She Wept

Typing away on her laptop, she was overcome. Overwhelmed She couldn’t quite explain the heaviness that tears just couldn’t quite heal. So many nights of prayers seeking answers and giving thanks for strength, all seemed to finally surface. An overload of emotions. An overload of striving. Slow climbs. Joys and Grief. She wept. Tears poured

Calling all creatives

What gets you in the mood to write? Do you have scheduled time each day to free write? Or maybe, you develop a content calendar for the month with the topics for the days you select to write to be focused on a topic or theme. And just maybe, there are times when you pick

Enigmatic… Best Is Yet To Come

  “The best is yet to come” was all that he said. Now, currently sitting upon three days of silence and counting…not a word has been said Wind taps the glass reminiscent of the cold shifting inside as it is out “The best is yet to come”… for him or for me Anxious and expectant

Hear my Heart, Oh God

Lord, I lay it all down and I repent for anything that’s been outside of your will, your way, and your plan. I thank you for cleansing me. I thank you for loving me. I thank you for this heart and mind you’ve blessed me with. I thank you for my friend, my love, my

Rundown

Application and Awareness. Beautiful, Blessed, Brilliant. Carefully, Consciously Creating. Delicately deciding directions. Essentially everything ends. Faithfully forgiven, finally. Gratefulness goes gallantly. Humorous humans helping. Indeed, it’s interesting. Just joking joyously. Keeping kindness kindred. Letting love lead. Many midnights mourning. Needs neglected, nevertheless. Opening our options. Planning, preparing, proceeding. Quiet, Quick question. Respectful, Reflective, Refreshing. Soul

Heart’s Fog

Love’s sweet elixir Warm and life giving until the platter turns cold  Prickling thorns of trying to figure out why two hearts dance different styles to the same song  Burnout quickly turns into a stone wall from reaching, tasting, and distance again  Gas of perfection for creativity to express the release of a bruised soul