Photo by Zain Ali
The heat hung in the air like wet cotton today
The Texas dance of August has begun
The manicured lawns will soon be parched brown
Even the humming of the cicadas has gone still
Venus burns ever so brightly racing me to dawn
The majestic Oaks stand still as centurion guards
At my core the keen edge of Joy bids me come
And reach for the poetry that lives in my heart
Photo by Gladson Xavier
Oh how all the Kings have fallen
From their high and lofty thrones!
The white Knights are soiled with black death
none of them call upon Almighty God!
All the people lie constantly so the innocents die
Their evil makes a mockery of Almighty God!
Oh if only they would cry from deep hearts
and give up their ego and selfish ways!
I, Almighty God have made a way to redeem them
Only I have saved them with my own right hand!
I desire mercy and compassion above all else
I, Almighty God have spoken for all to hear!
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Part of me just won’t show
what she needs or what she knows
The anger lies beneath the wind
the fury stirs it up again
What did I think would happen
what do I have to lose?
Turn my mourning into dancing
I put on my high-heeled shoes
I can’t drown my sorrow
breathe through the smoky haze
I don’t want to work tomorrow
but the Fiddler must be paid.
Photo by Jonathan Petersson
There is something Holy about the Sunrise
I picture angels filling the heavens behind the Sun’s rays and even more angels among us on earth
All of them singing in worship to God each day
Like a daily Resurrection of His Glory evident to humans once again
I see the center of my own self
.All the garbage and the pearls
My heart opens up like a bleeding Rose cleansing me from within and once again The Holy brings peace out of chaos
I am reminded the well -designed small life I live is not by chance and this is a new day…
Photo by Simon Matzinger
The days move like mercury
the horizon is melting in the heat
I can smell the burn of asphalt
the summertime songs playing on repeat…
The rhythm of life drumming through my skull
the heartbeat of longing comforts me
I can smell the scent of new life
rising up from the salty sea breeze…
Drifting on a sunny day
The days move like mercury
There is nowhere else I’d rather be
than dreaming in this life with you…
Photo by Jens Mahnke
The summer sun is baking the side walks and streets.
The Texas horizon looks like a melting mirage.
Summer solstice has arrived and a few things never change.
Even in the shade it is one hundred degrees.
My grandchildren have begun their love affair with the sprinkler and popsicles.
In the backyard with their parents.
And wonderful cool sheets for an afternoon nap.
And all is right with my world today and I am grateful.
Photo by Dominika Roseclay
You can look for me on the streets or home
my footprints are there but I may be gone
There is a scent of rose and a south wind breeze
a slight Texas drawl and a gospel hymn…
They say no one knows where they belong
without a doubt I know this is wrong
For every step taken must be redeemed
this journey’s path is seldom what it seems…
You can look for me in this Texas town
where all my roots lay deeply in the ground
A sense of strength and a southern swag
and a Gulf Coast pull that calls me back…
You can look for me on the streets or home
Some familiar paths and some still unknown
You will hear my laugh dancing in the trees
the cottonwood’s shade as the church bells ring…
Photo by Kat Jayne
She took the cover off her box of secrets
No longer afraid someone might see them
Shreds of shame and names in pieces
No more to carry the cruel deceptions
And now Truth reigns with love God only shows
She knows they wonder what really keeps her
Guarded from those who want to meet her
The ones she loves they tossed like trinkets
Their distorted religion can no longer reach in
And take her soul from the love God only knows
She has put her weapons down for good you see
Knowing nothing good ever hides in a shroud
Of course life giving Truth is what remains
Shame forever crucified into the ground
And her being is now in the love God only bestows
Photo by Sebastian Voortman
He said I was too good to be true
but of course there were obvious clues
He said your eyes are like pools of mystery
but of course he couldn’t see my history
The pedestal was so lovely for a season
but of course in time it crumbled all to pieces
He said the crumbled ruins were better
of course no one can love a stone cold pedestal
Photo by Irina Iriser
I saw the first bloom of cotton
White and puffy like a cloud
it made me grin.
Mama Mae’s deep well water
Tasted like the honey of heaven
It rested my thirst.
My daddy had a smile
An umbrella to my world
it covered my heart.
Jill Autrey Dorman 