My attempt at using words to express feelings
Some souls are fashioned for the fire, Not because Heaven loves them less; but because the brightest, strongest light is often born from deep distress. — Some hearts are carved by winter winds, where bitter nights refuse to end; yet every storm that bent their limbs prepared them how another’s bend. — They learned to…
A Poem of the stories of our scars
You laid your soul in paint for all to seeYour heart left behind, forever will beEvery stroke you made was a thought in timeAn absolute story for an audience to opine. I can still smell the fresh oil paintYour coffee, canvas, and wood you frameSounds from the craft room from inside you singThat old gospel…
Don’t we all have a place we go to be alone with our feelings? Someplace we feel safe and secure? Out yonder in the meadow, where the Foxtail sway,A lonely tree stands, a guardian of the day,Large branches cover, the sky above,A secret keeper, a labor of love. Beneath its shade, where the leaves unfold,A…
This poem describes how I find words that I write about my faith. It’s the place I go to when I listen to worship music. It’s a place in my heart that feels the words that come to mind, and I spell them out here. I call it: The Glory Place In this dimly lit…