My children’s children

Riding on the Wing of a Plane

/ jill autrey dorman

Photo by Mark Neal

Blackbird screaming in the top of a tree, the Sun goes passing by.

A full moon shines at the crossing in the road exposing all the lies.

Good girl hiding in the alley in the night, she’s praying no one sees.

Looking for love in the darkness, now alone, it’ll bring you to your knees.

Our children are riding on the wing of a plane, the want to try to die.

Looking for peace from pain in their lives, they’d rather crash then try.

Poor boy in hell at the top of a bridge, he’s praying he can flying.

He’s looking for love in the water down below, it wasn’t in his daddy’s eyes.

Can this bring us around or does history say we lose,?

Does the Cross mean no one goes to Hell or do we have to choose?

Hope for today and tomorrow in not gone, nor does it fall asleep.

Jesus is waiting for us to seek His face and only there will we find peace.

High Desert Winter

/ jill autrey dorman

Photo by Adriatik Rudari

High desert winter.

White-out blizzard coming soon.

Laura Nyro on my stereo.

She warns me of the heartache coming on.

Wood burning stove keeps me warm.

Laura’s voice does the rest.

We got the blues and got it bad.

Wrapped in my Navaho blanket

Still shivering to my soul.

Henry Bridge (We Belong to the Day)

/ jill autrey dorman

Photo by iPhone Photography

Sitting on the Henry Bridge watching the river run.

A little boy is skipping river rocks beneath the glitter of the Sun.

Autumn breezes gold and ruby red decorate the beaver’s dam.

A little girl hold her baby doll making sweet life plans.

We belong to the day free to be living in a symphony.

Walking of of the night no more darkness to see.

We belong to the day.

No sorrow left to see.

We belong to the day.

Observation of a Friend

/ jill autrey dorman
Photo by Jan Krnc

She walks like a warrior, straight-backed and crown high. Yet, humble.

Her avian eyes propel with the speed of light. Yet, no guile is found in her.

Her strong and steady hands caress a heated brow or wield a sword.

She walks like a warrior. Her sword discreetly at her side.

She is wise and does not invite chaos into her life.

She equips herself with helmet and shield, both righteous and redemptive.

She walks like a warrior. She is keenly aware of the night.

She nimbly opens the lantern that guides her path.

She walks with a quiet understanding of how this goes. Yet, she delights in Hope.

And every day she wakes and walks like a warrior.

Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil.  For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness…

Ephesians 6:10-12

Indigo blue velvet…

/ jill autrey dorman

Photo by Artem Podrez

indigo blue velvet, a deeper love

blue-grey eyes, a storm at sea

white diamond stars pierce the sky

blood red heart, beating in me

midnight black, dreams stir the dark

old clock chiming for what will be

body warmth, a baby’s breath away

coral sunrise, a new day flies free

I Quit Dancing with Fear…

/ jill autrey dorman
Photo by Pixabay

I quit dancing with Fear, such a vicious dance it is.

That same old dark day over and over no longer exist.

Yes, there are days when I hear Fear’s discorded melody.

Now I am mindful to Trust in the Holy One’s remedy.

 So, He helps me lift a Holy song and begin His song over me.

Quickly Fear is on the run as this Coward must flee.

The Drum Keeps Pounding…

/ jill autrey dorman

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Kill or be killed.

How can a baby tell?

How can the government know your heart?

How can the abuse drum on?

Politicians poison consistently flows.

The children all die inside and out!

Kill or be killed.

Who made you this way?

Beat the drum until all is in ruin.

Drums pounding our sanity away!

The world’s words…

/ jill autrey dorman
black smoke coming from fire

Photo by Pixabay 

The World’s words cannot clothe themselves in peace.

All of this death has a life to each.

Millions of human lives taken cannot be a number.

A child is playing in her yard, daddy taken away by war.

Common sense is a safe boundary no more.

The road seems shorter than it was before.

Countries are convulsing insanity roars.

Letters tied in yellowed ribbon rotted to the core.

These words lack weight and I close the door.

The burden of the Flesh…the two wolves

/ jill autrey dorman

white wolves in green grass

Photo by patrice schoefolt Pexels.com

There is an old Cherokee proverb that says there are two wolves at war within us. One wolf desires to do what is right, to choose Love every time. The other wolf is hateful and selfish and ravages everything and everyone to get his own way and the wolf that wins is the wolf you Feed.

The man said to his son,

“One wolf is evil, which is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.”

“The other wolf is good, which is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”

I find this interesting in that this is exactly what the Bible teaches us. As human beings we can either feed our lust, lying, selfish, dark Sin nature or we can feed our Spirit. We can think on things from above.

God is Spirit and Jesus said that to truly worship and relate to God you must be given the Holy Spirit. Jesus is the only way to have a Holy Spirit.

My Mother said to me once, “if you feed your flesh you flesh will grow, if you feed your Spirit your Spirit will grow.” At the time I didn’t know she got that straight out of Romans chapters 7 and 8 and Galatians 5.

So which wolf are you feeding? It is a daily choice.