As the moon shines above, I lift my heart to the creator with love. As I settle in for some rest, I’m grateful He is with me through each test. With humility, my head bows in tearful surrender, thank you for your love and holding me tender.
Silence. Home to what was, what is, and what could have been. Silence. Purgatory living of love unrequited. Silence. Where the pain has to be buried and blessings manifested. Silence. Where Self speaks the loudest. Silence. Scary to those who can’t manage without distractions. Silence. Exchanges of the soul is a love transaction. Silence. What’sContinue reading “Silence”
The moment when your heart feels the pain Your pen finds the words to write again You breathe within the lines to stay alive When your insides feel like they are eating you alive. Painted a verse on what hope looks like Let tears flow to cleanse my brushes at night Created landscapes thatContinue reading “Wordsmithing My Spirit”
I Wrote It Quickly But I can’t Read It At All O, Cryptic Writing
warm unlit shop signs nothing tumbling but the weeds streetlights broadcasting empty stages cold stone where soles stood while the sun was high not xmas but wrapping up the present surrounded by loving energy warm glows from window pane boxes a gathering of souls memory invoking laughter a gratitude that can be tasted lingers inContinue reading “Winding Down”
🙂 Just a small dose of Dorothy Parker for your day 🙂 “You can drag a horticulture, but you can’t make her think.” HA! “It serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard.” “I’d like to have money, and I’d like to be a good writer. These two can come together,Continue reading “Quotes: A Dose of Dorothy Parker”