I wrote a poem today It wasn’t just any poem This poem was a dream And not just any old dream This poem was magical I mean, it leapt right from my heart and onto the page Oh man, this poem was stellar It wasn’t dark and dank Maybe it was a bit hopeful andContinue reading “Best poem ever”
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Where You Are
1:35 am. I’m grateful for the quiet that’s settled in the house. Kids are snoring. Appliances buzzing. And although I could be asleep right now, my mind wonders is there something I’m expected to receive at this hour. My mind, heart and spirit are receptive. Show me the way. Yesterday sits on my mind. IContinue reading “Where You Are”
12 Nov… snuck up on me
Today has been filled with thirsting for the Spirit and allowing music and inspiring messages to just speak to my soul. I started the day so focused and calm. And as soon as I got off work and lay here, it was random and clear. The reason I’m disappointed with this past “relationship” situation isContinue reading “12 Nov… snuck up on me”
I don’t know about you but I think the way you start your morning can pave the way for the rest of the day. It’s 04:50 and I’ve been awake since about 03:30. My body starts to stir earlier and earlier as if there’s something I must do or receive. Hopefully receiving is in theContinue reading “Morning Routines”
His Will. His Way. His Time.
God knows what I need. I seek the Kingdom. Worry does me no good. I’ll apply the Word and love on God as I should. No worries because I’ll be alright. Although not immune to what this world will bring Equipped with all I need to keep myself aligned with the mission Lord, I surrenderContinue reading “His Will. His Way. His Time.”
Ups and downs
These ups and downs are so taxing on my body. Extremely taxing on me mentally, emotionally, and physically. Sure, I’ve not made the best decisions but this place of navigating myself in so many spaces that I can’t immediately get away from are taking chunks out of “whole” me. Financially, up and down.. up andContinue reading “Ups and downs”
“Space. It’s an illusion.” Silence hung in the air. Yours standing proud with certainty. Mine overrun with questions, stupidity quotas, and considerations of sleep walking. “Seriously, Space. It’s an illusion.” I really should take your mic, but my mind is still processing this reality. You continue. “It’s just a government plot to get us toContinue reading “Moments…in…Purgatory”
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