Photo by Trung Nguyen
Everything that used to be solid is suddenly fluid.
The mid-afternoon sky the color of hammered gold
Waves of heat rising from the horizon looks like water only to find a hard rock road
I do love living where the Sky is bigger
Somehow it feels tedious to have too many trees above
If I don’t know you then I don’t know anybody
It is like waiting to touch the bottom of a bottomless well
Photo by cottonbro
I don’t know why they call it Good Friday
Beaten, naked and hung upon a tree.
No one to love you, not even God
A rejection never to be known by me.
Devastating penalty that Goodness might be.
It should be called ” the love note from God” day…
Photo by João
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.
Photo by Nathan Cowley
The daybreak drizzle has moved out to sea.
The dawning clouds are steel gray.
The wind is about 10 knots up from the Gulf Stream.
Nations have risen and fallen, two world wars, more political unrest, man has gone to the moon and the World Wide Web has come along, but nothing much has changed on this little wedge of the island.
The tide goes in and out.
The gulls and cranes still swoop and dive and the dolphin still dance. The beautiful gold sea oats continue to hold the sand dunes together…
But now you… have been born!
Your little smile, your hands and feet have changed everything.
I cannot smile without you.
There are very few words of wisdom I will give you as you grow up and let me into your world of sticks, and bugs, and rocks.
You will sleep the sleep of the blessed each night and when I get the chance I will tuck you in.
What I will do my grandson is love you. Love you unconditionally with all of my being and spirit.
Long after I am gone I will still watch over you and love you with a love that has no end.
The daybreak is clearer now, the sea breeze cleansing. The wars and internet have no meaning to me now.
The tide is a beautiful dance and all of God’s creatures perform just for you.
The sand dunes are for you to climb and my whole world is golden.
Photo by James Wheeler
Out of my head
No point in New lies
Not hindered by sorrow
Simply celebrate my life
Brilliance is this instant
Melting colors into day
Living every minute
With no time to give away
Sorrow bears a goodness
Merriment holds no shame
Colors intense and glorious
With no time to give away
Photo by Engin Akyurt
As if at forced shutter speed all life now is slow motion.
A stealthy enemy invades War Rooms with limited detection.
At what price can we buy peace of mind and human devotion?
This peripatetic killer cares not for education or station
and will only be stopped by God’s love of our Nation.
I am still right here my neighbor.
I will pray through this long dark night with you.
Let us lift up our pleas to the One who heals.
Let us be the ones called courageous and true.
I will, I will fight in my War Room for you.
Photo by Johannes Plenio
The Chinese refer the human heart as the “Emperor” of all the body organs. As some of you know I spent the largest part of my nursing career as a Cardiac Nurse. In the care of the heart I was in my element and in the technical exploration of the heart even more so. I literally loved looking at hearts and being a very minuscule part of attempting to repair them. There is much that technology’s advancements have taught us in sustaining healthy heart function. Did you know that over an average life span a human heart will beat without fail over forty million times? There is a wear and tear on such a faithful organ that works this hard and there are many physiological reasons the heart will wear out, malfunction, or fail.N
Takosubo Cardiomyopathy is a type of non-ischemic (a situation not caused by “restricted blood flow”) which is phenomenon in which a “temporary weakness of the heart muscle occurs.” In lay-people terms it is referred to as “broken heart syndrome.” A true diagnosis stating the overwhelming loss, constant anxiety, and other emotional situations can lead to a “broken heart.”
In the matters of the heart I believe we have only two options. We try to control it and it still dies or we give it over to God and it really never can die. There is no middle ground.
It is a given that after forty billion beats a heart is going to finally come to a stop. I am of course speaking tongue in cheek here as I am speaking of the Spirit of a person, their heart that does not die.
The writer Charles Martin says it this way in his book Send Down the Rain.
“Love rushes in where others won’t. Where bullet are flying. Love stands between them. Love pours out, empties itself. It scours the evil wasteland, returns the pieces that were lost, and never counts the cost.”
Photo by GEORGE DESIPRIS
I stare out my window
Like a sea wife staring out the horizon
Time moving ever so slow
I have always felt set apart
Looking outside of dreams into the indigo haze
Time capturing the beats of my heart
This is what faith is
The hope of what can’t always be seen
Time cannot define where he is
Photo by abednego ago
The drums of lies beating through the night city swells.
The lies touting of a merry Hell.
Hardened in heart pursuing only self, dancing to the tune of gaining wealth.
When day dawns over the city’s night all will be blinded by the Holy Light.
The drums are lying, darkness takes your life.
For Hell can’t be merry and is not the tale of fairies!
Jolted from my Daydream deluged by the sudden high tide,
I slammed into rapid -fire streams of doubt and fear inside.
Memories, like clouds hide the light, wreathed in glass beads of blue.
I swallow all my viscous dread and put my faith and trust in you.
Jill Autrey Dorman 