Name an attraction or town close to home that you still haven’t got around to visiting.
An attraction close to home that I still haven’t gotten around to visiting is my wounded, yet deserving, inner-child — but her insight and excellent uppercut keep calling me in a perfect-pitch voice that sounds cello-like, and fighters and cellos are my favorite, so….
Each time that I dream
You go — taken by free will
You leave and don’t fight
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
>Where< I’ve felt loved, is in my sinew, and that’s because I’ve >always< felt loved — even before I was conceived. These days, though, my sinew also hurts….
It hurts in my sinew
My sinew, I say!
The nightmare of night
That has dampened each day
Our terror-filled teens
Our men thrown elsewhere
Our women, wild-eyed
Our babies…none care
The response of my cells
Serves to insulate me
Indignant indifference
Where went my empathy?
I think that I know
When will I know I don’t?
If I stay echo-chambered
Then the fact is, I won’t
When God has equipped
When Jesus has taught
When the Spirit has led
We cannot fail to walk
How do I cleanse it
That place I don’t touch
That place, too, is mine
I must treat it as such
As light pulled from dark
By our Maker’s hand
When we act as we pray
We join Him where He stands
I shan’t become numb
To the crimes that I see
Today, against “them”
And tomorrow…me
Original Thought Credit: Genesis 1:4 “God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness.”
The biggest influencers in my life are calculated risk-takers. I admire them because I know that under the right circumstances, they’d be courageous enough to take an unreasonable risk, and it’d still turn out well. Epic, even.
Cupid cannot fly
But connecting you and I
Is Hope with Feathers
Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com
Inspiration credit: Emily Dickinson;
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all….”
Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).
The most expensive personal item(s) I’ve ever purchased was my own principles. Once we allow our core values and self-worth to be trampled, redeeming them will always come at a great cost.
Yeah, no one lit a candle, nor did their heart yearn
No one went to war to bring your safe return
Love was tears at story’s end, turned on for show
Honor never crossed their mind — they sieged you, now you know
To cherish meant your vacancy by their decree
It still snows in summertime as you look back and see
Word were things they shopped for in society’s store
Legless stumblings daily dropped to the editing room floor
The pool of water calls them as a siren song
If you are a spring to it, that’s abjectly wrong