Turn Back

I am an old fashioned girl, I guess. Still a bit new to being an old lady; I’ve lived long enough to see a few things. I’ve learned a lot and I know what works, And what doesn’t.   I remember many things that are now, forgotten.   I’m still quite taken with chivalry. A … More Turn Back

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

At The Sound!

One ear is tuned to hear Heaven… Another ear is tuned to the ground. Living souls do hang in the balance! Eternal Breath in mortality is wound. Divinity’s spark as light in the mind! Illuminate hope, wisdom profound! Either to ignite or be extinguished… Lost souls all fall! Carnal moribound! Faith’s seed sprouts, grows…or dies… … More At The Sound!

The Choice

Jesus loves everyone yet, so few ever think to truly love Him in return. Most refuse to believe that such a man existed as the Son of God and the Son of Man. The idea seems impossible so, they downsize Jesus into a form they can relate to and understand. Prophet, teacher, a myth, philosophical … More The Choice

The Artist

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 day my pain melts … More The Artist

The Door to Joy

Near the end of a harshly-cold, long, black night, when the explosion comes and personal worlds come crashing down. Everything known shattered and scattered lying on hard-packed ground. These moments are Death but the victims are left breathing to suffer the carnage. Wait for the morning light! Every ray that glints from each broken shard … More The Door to Joy

Fire of Culture

Colors bend, weave, and then fold… Ideas lift, sift, and then turn all gold! Meaning imbedded by truth so bold! A story is born, then grows to unfold… From the mind’s misty shadows told. Written down in a fashion to be sold, Print on young heart new mind mold. Dreams, legends, all tales long retold, … More Fire of Culture