Catch your breath on the wind — Let heaven fill your lungs with hope — not fear. And form your lips to the shape of praise — Broken and bleeding, torn by the air but still singing. Poem written 4/12/20 & Photo taken 6/14/22
Micro Poem Monday: Anointing
His body, soon to be broken My jar, broken for that day When he pours out His blood for me So I pour out this fragrance for Him Preparing Him for Death While He prepares me for Life Based on Mark 14:3-9
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: 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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