Isolation Splendor

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Welcome! To my virtual bubble; This special place I’ve worked hard to create. It’s free from all pain and trouble! I sit, I scroll, I click, I sift, new reality I replicate! High-Definition-Photo-Shop-double, A slick profile, the Me I want to be; a duplicate. Perfection that hides all the stubble, Of…

November Blue

On this sacred, blue November day Somber, thin, high-clouds do lay Heavy; on trees naked and gray. Spirit? Bend me and I will pray: Please God! Deliverance today! For all who remain death’s prey, The weak the wicked who will pay. Sin’s permanent ink-stains stay, Hard hearts can’t soften to obey, Leading all who are … More November Blue

Between

When all the leaves have fallen To crunch beneath indifferent feet Afore winter’s capturing talon Executes life’s final, sad retreat In cold silence loud and sullen When kettle drums begin to beat Humbling each arrogant felon The august end in brutal defeat Wail! No immunity to dwell in Ominous! All graves loom to greet The … More Between

In Joyful Reverence

Father, fill this weary heart, With your Spirit, your presence! Infuse my mind with reverence, Beyond ideas of human art!   May an aroma, a Holy essence, Melt my anxious heart! This day is a new start; Live for you in Holy reverence!   Break sin’s pride apart, By awareness of your presence! Heaven is … More In Joyful Reverence

Deception

Long and heavy-hot, July-Doldrum-Days; Shag hazy thought as staggering, drunk strays; Desperation fraught in scorching-hot-rays! Instinct (not wisdom taught) seeks cool caves. Safe, in a hidden spot! As my long-lost slaves… I reclaim my thought, my icy-blue-memory saves, My present re-caught in isolation my soul craves. Rid of the fiery onslaught! By cool, blue waves… … More Deception

The Artist

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On a sunny day my thoughts are lifted high Stretched relaxed peacefully adrift in an azure sky High pressure is my delight! On a cloudy day my thoughts plummet to the earth Heavy leaden weights of dusty sorrow bereft of mirth Low pressure is my fright. ? On a warm summer…

Simple Songs of Truth

Play for me! Strum on silvery strings! Old golden hymns of ancient Truth… Soul calming song, fly on Dove wings! Remind me of all eternity’s worth! Tell me of the miracle only Love brings!   Spirit’s joy, lifted by Heaven’s mirth! Saintly song across the ages still rings… Encircling all of history’s wide girth! Jesus … More Simple Songs of Truth

Lost

Mooribound thoughts in grey sliced by a jagged indigo wind! Shatter across the frozen tundra of the mind… Then conclude at the dead end of human wisdom. Gray truth of depression speaking again! Hopeless dry snow! Cold powdered emotion! Stinging the eyes and faces of all daring to come near, Offering the salve of cheerful … More Lost

Winter’s Artist

The budding artist that never quite blossomed into fame is that eccentric old woman. I am her and she is me and the hardest part about being her is accepting her. Once active hands and mind used to create things of beauty now, often lie in rest or are consumed with self-care. However, that eternal … More Winter’s Artist