The belly of the bird isn't full of seeds The rays of the sun haven't shriveled the roots The grip of the sharp thorn hasn't stopped his breath Not yet God continue your great deeds God bring forth bountiful fruits God keep your servant from death Jesus be King (Matthew 13:3-23)
Micro Poem Monday: My Heart
You sculpted my heart, From its atriums to its affections. My heart is from you, for you, in you And I keep it from you, Don't use it for you, Forget it is in you. "Take my heart and let it be, consecrated, Lord, to thee."
Micro-Poem Monday: Earth’s Voice
The ocean cries, "fear the Lord!" The skies sing, "glory to God!" The sun proclaims, "all power is His!" And the tree whispers: "I change, but He doesn't."
Micro-Poem Monday: Time
I watch the second hand wave at the numbers as he chases the sun. I trust him more than I should.
Micro Poem Monday: Dusk in the Neighborhood
Treetops scraped with sun give an illusion of fall. Birds sing a bedtime song only for kids, not all.
Micro Poem Monday: An Introduction And A Poem
Recently, I completed an eight-week writing mentorship with one of my favorite writers. It was a transformative experience and I feel more confident to step forward and be a more consistent writer. My desire is to write more. During the mentorship, we used the language of "exercising your writing muscles." Like anyone, parts of my …
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The Woman Suffering
Night is the only time shame is shadowed. Daylight shines and reveals blood. I feel like the Nile - a curse upon me for my sin. The blood will never stop. I’m sure of it. Twelve years I’ve prayed it would stop. No priest, no prophet, no doctor - no man can stop my blood. …
Allyson Howell 