In the winter of 1849 – or so we think – the wooden bones of The Terror were finally broken. Encroaching ice claimed this stubborn blight on a wild frozen sea without remorse. Those still seeking its shelter were doomed to walk stark glacial landscapes…

Close to the end, Daybreak in sight I’ve made it through day and harrowing night And while it was a journey I come away from I made it not alone, but with all of you. While the sun yet rises I hear sleep call my…

Once this land was swathed in forests dark and knowing Every acre was crawling with life from soil to treetop Now you marvel at quaint country roads spotting a thrush or a lone fox Without knowing what is lost, and may never be regained.

waiting for you on a cramped balcony fills me with fear what do I have to offer you, but cheap plastic chairs? Your text was a curt ‘maybe’ but still I hope Will I see your umbrella, dotted with daisies, or does the rain keep…

In my quietest hours when I feel the loneliness settle heavily in my chest, grief is there, haunting me. Sometimes it stays longer than it is welcome. And other times I miss it when my chest feels so empty that I cannot seem to breathe….

My Child, can you hear the ram’s horn, Calling all my Children to consecration, Humble yourself, repent, seek My face and pray, Intercession for the lost who have gone astray, Stop focus on the struggles Focus on ME for I AM YAHUSHA THE ONE WHO…

Sun sets, in the west, or does it? How does it matter, north or south, left or right, ahead or behind, the world goes on along with the sun.

Dear Simona, keep being kind! Keep being polite! Keep being you! Your former English teacher ♥️

There are so many things we face All we can do is set the pace For nothing is a guarantee We live according to His grace We wake through His agape love We are an undeserving bunch But even as His mercy reigns His umbrella…

Think, quick nap before I drink brew, slow cool, askew score, unfinished, beneath snores. – Sandra Johnson, June 26, 2022