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
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
What if I have written it all away? All those important things I had to say, And my creative mind fades in aging? Should this old woman sit silent? Observing only, as life’s passions relent? And ambitions fray beyond assuaging? Is this the day I’ve become irrelevant? A life of experience now, an … More Irrelevant?
If I am still alive when the bitter cloud passes, may I not I not be found stubbornly clinging to the storm because I’ve adapted myself to misery. Instead, may I celebrate in sunlight as I embrace the sparkling new day the sun reveals. Let me move forward to clean up the damage left by … More Survivor’s Prayer
I am a sinner saved by grace and in this present world, I will never be anything else. That doesn’t mean that the grace I’ve received is a cloak for evil. My profession of faith isn’t a ticket to sin without punishment. What I do avoid by my acceptance of Christ is what the Bible … More My Consequence and My Pardon
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!
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
My joy isn’t dead, no matter how I feel. Even though everything on my plate is seasoned with pain, Jesus lives! Though the boot-heal of oppression bears down in an attempt to grind me into dust, my hope is un-crushable. Even when my happiness shatters and all those I love move beyond my embrace, love … More The Source of Genuine, Indestructible Joy
I stand in the middle of a cold barren high desert. Winds of winter howling… Alone it seems, as I straining hear the silence exert, Power Divine! I’m cowling… In the Presence of this Holy sound my ideas dessert! All dreams flee with yowling! Whimper, return to netherworld; must die or convert! Ultimate Truth is … More Barren Cold Reckoning
On the day Carol became an old woman, she shed several tears. Standing in the threshold of the last days of her life filled her with certain uncertainty. Though life is tenuous at any age, when old age comes everyone knows what comes next and there is no way to dodge death. This dreadful day came … More On the Day She Became an Old Woman