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There you go down that road that leads to the same old pain.
Now you can only travel solo but there’s nothing you will gain.
This life you lead is yours to seize and no one can do it for you.
There you go behind your wall hiding all your clues
You shout because you cannot be brave and now you lose.
There you go again and I feel nothing now your gone.
Daily there are new hits.
The death toll rising and no place to sit,
at the table of commerce there is hunger and doubt.
Some will be let in but so many left out.
So a new reality is here.
In whom will I trust and whom will I fear?
Will people be kind and help stop the bleeding?
My country is dying and my soul is grieving.
Decency and kindness are being crucified!
No one tells the truth, the media is all lies!
My soul is crying in the long dark night!
Deliver us oh God with your Holy light!
Never let it be said of this patriot here,
that she ever gave up her country so dear!
Let her be remembered as a woman who prayed,
“In God we trust until the end of days!”
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When Coca-Cola only came in a bottle
now seems like halcyon days in my mind.
I know there is no such thing as the good old days,
still it was the simplest of times.
We had one car families and all walked to school,
time moved slower because it had to.
There was not such a rush to grow up and move on.
The days were full and the nighttime warm.
When Coca-Cola only came in a bottle
all was right in my world.
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Standing on the highest sand dune p eople moved back and forth on the ground below. She no longer has their youthfulness of an unlined face but she knew she finally possessed the joy of ageless Grace. The pilgrimage called her to this beautiful place. T he wind and the sun an old friend on her face.
Now she is the shell seeker in the wide brimmed hat, a s a child playing in the sun she’d laughed at people like that. She remembers younger days when she grew weary but now the days of peace are what linger here. Emotions don’t obey the rules they are the heartbeat in being human. Li ke waves reaching the shore emotions can be kept for a moment but are better when given away.
The shell seeker’ s eye remains clear and adept while watching the children play. She knows that life is not going back but more of giving it away. The Truth is, life consists in learning and loving well with Grace underneath God’s sun. To remain whole in the midst of life’s ups and downs, to surrender all secrets and lies is anointing oil to the soul. To shed insincerity and live in the present, the waves echo behind her now compelling her to go on.
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The sun has slanted across the sky
thoughts scroll through my mind then fly
That precise sliver in time
The see-saw is tipping to the down side
I slam and am jolted by the sand in my eyes
Suddenly a week seems like a lifetime
I know I never really controlled my world
The lie in my head where I thought I was safe
but being found in Christ I am not forsaken.
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This polarizing political war will soon be over they say
I cannot see how that End will bring comfort in any way
For by that End our country and its people are shred
Our values and Constitution covered in bloodshed.
The ruin of our people lay amidst hatred and untruth
Every one must win and be right no matter it’s use
These illnesses cannot be conquered by the grave
Unless we turn to the only One who saves.
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He Trains my hands for war so that my arms can bend the bow
He gives me strong feet to trod swiftly here below
My God who makes me blameless with His gentleness so great
His own arms will uphold me until I dance before His gates!
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They were each alone and tired of talking.
She remembered when she thought she told the Truth.
Then she grew up and knew it an impossibility for the corruptible man.
Yet their longing made them bolder and knit them together.
It is a risk you choose, even if it means you lose everything else.
Like The Master said, “you must lose your life to save it.”
You may think you know me but you best beware,
I am stronger than any thing so You best take care
You mistook my illness as my identity
but the Healer came to me and set my spirit free!
I won’t run from haters or keep quiet your lies
The Spirit teaches me the Truth and why
You mistook my smallness as fragility
But my Maker gave Eagle’s wings to me!
I soar, I speak up, and I tell the Truth,
lies make you sick and bitterness takes root
Your Pharisee bondage is a con artist scam
I will listen and obey the great I AM!
Hours will bend
as words pour onto paper
Long day’s journey
salty is the flavor
White sails billow
the gull cries for favor
I think I’d like to be alone
but time can turn the tables
A Wild joy takes me over
The Holy hovers just inside
A Wild joy is my lover
ever changing with the tide