I remember many years ago When I felt God call me to write. I was leaving the last day of my work And I could not believe the site.   I found a perfect quill feather as I labeled it to be. Sitting on the…

Where could I live the thought crossed my mind as sands slipped and stars shined. Late at night, though early for some, I imagined a home and how that home would come. The sun would set just out of sight, not too intense while water…

Clamour around, so many self-professed, Illuminate-for-hire, here and there too, Shared light captured in boxes Resold as an echo Leaving all just to hope. Used car resale commission spirit mercenary In a culture so cut up for gain Brightness ironically to be pre packed Delved…

A single white feather lets me know you are near. I’ve asked you for signs, but they weren’t always clear. This is a sign that can comfort the doubtful. You have sheltering wings and for this I’m so grateful.  

through the wet rocks on to the sand the island’s landing to the center the island’s portal into the wet rocks on to the sand the island’s landing to the center the island’s portal stand outstretched, bathed in sun until the day is done without…

Welcome to my heart gallery Let me take you on a tour It all began inside my mother’s womb Perfectly designed by the Father Beating, designed to give me life Once I made my exit into this world My mother could no longer protect it…

prompt 22 hour 22 these little gifts   these little gifts remind me that I am never alone: feathers are connections to those beings who see the world above the little things that seem most able to ground us – make us small when we…

Leave it to a contest to tease you on the home stretch. With just four posts remaining, Without substantial sleep since the night before last, Now they ask what we want most? But of course, I want to set my head on my pillow the…

Misty mountains in the morning dew. Shine the light of the sun and the moon. Majestic and strong. Even when we are gone.

In the distance the rock  rests, against sky A landscape dressed in shades of earth, we wander closer , to gaze through the time worn arch,  a window into  a dreamy sky. Waiting always for the sunset to warm its weary bones, to fill it…