Fourth panel! One-sixth done!

Love, where is the love? Light, where is the light? Then you came along and everything started to make sense. You are home to this wandering soul. j.r.m© 2016

(Continuation of  Poem 1, Hour 1, and Poem 2, Hour 2)   She woke the sun blunted dim mucous yellow she is covered in ash ashes of her friends her family her neighbors her strangers they lined her lashes falling onto her face what will you…

I can’t recall the painfull tale, the scar was deeply embedded and left a story to tell. My emotional pain, was horizontally wrapped my whole being and for every untold story, I held back my tears. My body shakes in fear, the brutal shallow hole…

sometimes I think I need ionic bonds where I can hang off of somebody unload everything onto their shoulders and not my own where I can literally lose parts of myself in them where I can float because there is so much of me that…

entering my heart/mind with bare essence coming out with loving kindness hands.

The tide is high Let’s keep holding in Waves riding high Crashing bashing smashing Water woes oh no Too much tide The waves are too high Beating pushing copyright 2016 Roxann A Harvey

I long to cuddle ‘neath the quilt In precious morning hours To spend time making memories as one Dancing in aft’noon showers To sit and laugh for hours on end O’er our respective shifts And raise each other up on high When our spirits need…

Clamor with joy and jubilation! Stand up and give thanks for the day. Commend what God has done! Leave doubt and refuse skepticism. Praise with delight and elation! Serve God with sublime song. Exalt His name!

Hey, who is that, standing by the door? Hey, who is that, letting people pass? Hey, who is that, giving away their leftovers? Hey, who is that, dying on the street corner?