His Love, Mercy, and Grace

My husband is the image of God And what I was taught God was to me His Love unconditional Everlasting His Mercy and Grace abounds And is profound Yes my husband has done some things That has caused me pain, tear, and heartache And even…

On Life and Diabetes (Hour Sixteen)

On Life and Diabetes   Unzipping my case, I fumble for my meter. Staring solemnly at the series of small callouses gracing every digit on my left my hand, it dawns on me: my life IS diabetes.   Too many times each day, I poke…

Dear Freckle Face (A Letter to My Former Selves, Hour Twelve)

Dear Freckle Face (A Letter to My Former Selves)   To the six-month-old hardhead who felt the need to prove your independence by crawling off Grandma Peggy’s mattress and connecting with the hardwood headfirst….. being first at everything isn’t always a good thing.   To…

Weekend Getaway

Campfires rage in a steel cold night. Coffee by the fireside and music that is right. The hush of the fog makes everything else stand still The moonbeam through the fir trees make the darkness more real. Just inside the cabin window there a canteen…

One Thousand and One

There were at least one thousand and one reasons to go back.  I only needed the one. Simple love lived there.  It had been years since I paid her a visit, yet she welcomed me like it was yesterday.  Simple love is easy that way. …

The Trip

I was able to visit a place that is out of this world.  I couldn’t describe the feeling inside when I saw then light and splendor.  At first I thought that the lights were so bright, then realize that Love was the light.  I felt…

The Itinerant Beautifier

Open, close, glide, slip, slide, flit, carried along with the trade winds, from South America to the U.S., meandering descent, alight, rest, sniff, close wings. Scent, sweet, nectar, delicious intent, probing with a proboscis, whether orange or flower, sliced or whole, honey or raw sugar…

Possibilities

Just above the valley Just beyond the hills Just outside of a sunken place Close by but not enough to feel If you stay afloat If you keep your sail If you stay inside of the boat Move forward without fail There are stars above…

Hour Twenty

A flower pot resides next to my work station   Sometimes a flower blooms with a red glistening texture its subtle fragrance all over   Sometimes a thorn pricks my conscience its consequence all over   The crimson pot— my muse stays forever.

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