Photo by Kate Romeo
These small child’s hand prints on my glass backdoor
the sticky applesauce and popsicle on my kitchen floor
I wouldn’t trade for all the mansions in this world.
These conversations with my daughters
the new territories in this journey
I wouldn’t miss for all the fame this world could offer
These days I count as precious gems
to the road that leads me found the bend
I will simply give my sweetest Hallelujah
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There are no new words that I can write
No way to change the world tonight
I can feel a sadness coming round again
Trying to take me someplace I’ve already been
I am just calling it what it is
The way God made me, I am a child of His
When loneliness visits and friends don’t call
It is best not to compromise the Truth at all
Contentment is not happy and sad is not depressed
I’m still so far from wisdom, always was I guess
This melancholy often drives me to my knees
It is just the way God made me, I am a child of His
Photo by Aleksandr Slobodianyk
The galaxies in the Night’s heaven are like living poetry
Your beautiful idea happening right in front of me
The air is clear and crisp in a season of knowing
Joy and grief, tears and smiles the evidence of living
Love falling down like white feathers all around
I cherish your gifts to me Oh God, I see you in utter Holiness
Photo by AbdêLmôghit Lahbabi
Your love is like a blue note
inside me
The rush like massive angel wings
silly songs, holding hands
so strong
Like firecrackers burst in the dusk
then are gone
Photo by Micael Widell
The puddles in the street were the color of lead
These tastes and shapes of words spoken among the living and the dead
Night jasmine dances under an indigo sky
I stand here crying over the grave where we died
We could have had it all, been something envied and grand
But our chaos took over letting us fade away into our self made wasteland,I mourn you , us, and everything we never could never be,And all that is left are the graveyards of a failed love, leaving nothing of you,
and little left of me.
This poem was written in collaboration by my self and the talented Kristen. Check out her site at A Writer’s Soul
Photo by Simon Clayton
Do not let me go to sleep and drift off into the opioid of sabotage
Sin and persistent failures a cunning addiction
I grow weary of all the brutal truth of how one must guard the deep longing of their heart
For I wander high upon the cliff and the sea glistens enchanted below
I envy your assurance but find mine for my self
Though I am anxious to arrive I wish the journey to an end
A silence I cannot hear whispers of the Living Water where there are no dangers hidden
“…if you would ask him he would give you living water…(John 4:10)
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I was not your faithful friend
I was not truthful, no
I am not the best daughter, sister, wife, or mother
But I know The One who is all I have not been
The One who is a kind and faithful friend
The One who always tells the Truth, yes
The One who is the best in me that I cannot be
The One who’s is all I have not been
So when you think of how I let you down
And remember the times I did not live in truth
I want you to know that I know
Jesus is The One who is all I have not been
Jill Autrey Dorman 