Her Daddy was a Sheriff

person releasing shotgun shell on shotgun

Photo by Ünsal Demirbaş 

Her Daddy was a Sheriff  and his Deputy was her son.

She was more afraid of church folks than she was afraid of guns.

Her husband ran off for his moonshine and she was left alone and shunned.

Until one night on a full moon her mind became undone.

She awoke from a dream and in her bed was her Daddy and her son.

They laughed at her clown face where her makeup had all run.

So she grabbed the Sheriff’s shotgun

and fired and killed her son.

The Deputy died in the arms of his Father’s by his very own gun.

The next day she saddled her horse and rode away in the peace of the rising sun

I know up ahead there is a stream…

quarter moon and desert

Photo by Louis

I listen to the sound of my boots on the ground.

I walk these dry roads, it is just me.

Nothing but my footsteps makes a single sound,

but I know up ahead there is a stream.

A stream in the desert of loneliness.

A stream that flows for all mankind.

A stream where all people can be washed clean.

A stream flowing with the Water of life.

Each one will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert… Isaiah 32:2

The Shell Seeker

 

 

brown sand

Photo by Miri

Standing on the highest sand dune people 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. The wind and the sun an old friend on her face.

Now she is the shell seeker in the wide brimmed hat, as 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.  Like 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.

The drums of lies touting of a merry hell

 

broken drumstick close up dark dirty

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!

 

 

 

 

 

Wanted to Dance on the boulevard

photo of lighthouse on seaside during daytime

Photo by Maël BALLAND

I wanted to Dance on the boulevard but the pavement was cold and hard.
I wanted to be a Noble laureate but the elite intellect was indeed not art.
I wanted to preach to move the masses but they laughed at Godly wisdom.
So now I just want to live in quiet peace with the Truth that I’ve been given.
A flicker flame to a small dark house.
A small ray of sun on a cloudy day.
A log of fire to keep away the chill.
Or a keeper of The Holy Light that may light another’s way.

In the Middle of this Young Girl’s Dream

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Photo by Pixabay

 

I want to stay next time

Don’t wake me up from my young girl’s dream

It is a place that I love and call home

This dream carries me in my older days

a special place where my soul has flown

 

In the middle of this young girl’s dream

all the ones I love never have to leave and

sometimes when the world is unkind

There is only Joy like the Sun’s glow

It warms my hands and soul as I am growing  old

 

 

 

 

No Shadows can fall where there is only light

silhouette of person in green grass under the sun during daytime

Photo by Pixabay

 

Standing here under the brightest moon

I sense your presence like a cozy room

I feel your holy antiquity yet you make all things new

and now traveling North is true

 

 

I look over my shoulder at the past

and it is vanquished forever into long lost night

It never was what mattered to you at last

and no shadows can fall where there is only light

 

In the Key of Life

assorted color sequins

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon 

She sees musical notes in color

and the tunes flow like a breeze.

Minor keys are her blue notes

and her hope is the colors of Spring.

 

She can rush on rum and beat on drums

and can play all the chords of strife.

She sees musical notes in color

and writes songs in the key of life.

 

 

No Additives

 

 

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Photo by freestocks.org

 

He heals the wounds of a ravaged heart

                                                   oh fathom lavish love!

Drink his grace straight up

                                                  fill oh fill my cup!

No one else will care like this

                                               oh death where is thy sting?

Drink his grace straight up

                                             fill oh fill my cup!

Cannot add to him or take him away

                                            oh pure the bread and wine!

Drink his grace straight up

                                           fill oh fill my cup!