Part I http://wp.me/p6iXvK-dQ Part II http://wp.me/p6iXvK-eh On this beautiful, late June morning, Estelle is outside tending to the roses and Rhododendron before the humidity becomes unbearable. The rare treat of a clear, blue, Pennsylvania sky fills her with a sense of elation so intense that part of her interprets it as a premonition of something … More The Recluse (Part III)
Ai Timothy Leary, ivy towered pied piper of my youth! I remember you so well… And in the legend to this day sung, they tell… Repeat this famous line: you aren’t dead but out there, somewhere… Looking in… And I’m wondering…. Is this the “Brave New World” you imagined? Is this the evolution you desired … More Timothy Leary and the Satanic Narco Men
Read Part I here:https://joyindestructible.com/2016/01/16/the-recluse/ Alisha Hernandez isn’t sure whether she should be happy about moving to Greenwood. She wasn’t included in the decision even though she was the priority consideration. Alisha is twelve, on the cusp of adolescence. She vacillates almost, hourly between being a child and being a teenager, as she clings to what … More The Recluse (Part II)
From the outside looking in, it is very difficult to understand why this woman who appears to be healthy and normal would choose to live in isolation. It doesn’t however, keep people in the neighborhood from trying to peek and ascertain why their neighbor is so strange. In fact she is the subject of not … More The Recluse
Such a sickly, small child, one in whom the light of life seemed as twilight, soon to fade. His mother wonders how this could happen to her. Her dreams of being loved unconditionally by the child she bore, shattered when this four pound boy made his entrance into the world, too soon. She longed for … More Hope Purposed in Twilight
Words that pour from a fractured, patched together heart, Sometimes, fly in a hailing storm of bullets! Fired randomly in fear! When a threat today echoes in the echoes of the traumas of the past; Triggering an emotional storm; driving the broken one to posture in self-defense; Paranoid and in confusion, vainly trying to prevent yesterday’s … More Undistorted Joy
I am blue; thoughts downward swirl; deep purple; The rainbows I like to spin now fade, growing dim; Joy, only a yellow glow in sad mood’s onyx night; Glimmering that haunts; by fault revealing scruple, Things I don’t want to see, as I avoid a reality grim; Gritty-brown, naked, splattered! Red just for spite! Taste … More Indigo Holiday
Sharpened shards of shattered thought do haunt; Twisting perception, by imagination into madness; Deflecting sanity and chanting the same old taunt; Removing all superfluous hope and joy in gladness! Don’t peer long into the darkness; evil’s eyes gaunt! Disease does spread! Infecting hearts with sadness; Manufactured misery; malignancy; it produces want; Woe to the child … More Joy for the Broken!
Time wears away at the facts within a memory; But time, can’t prevent the wound from scaring; Or prevent mindless hand from caressing reverie, The cold, rough lump, which stiffens love’s caring; A madness of sorts; this living in the past’s territory! Lost in yesterday; and past hurts in present bearing; Brokenness unburied, lye outside … More The Joy in Forgiveness
If you see something good in me, It isn’t me, it is Jesus. If in me you hear a call to be free, It isn’t me, it is Jesus. If in me you see perfect purity. It isn’t me, it is Jesus. If in me you see worthiness of honor, It isn’t me, it is … More It Isn’t Me, It Is Jesus!