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Poem: Each in His Own Tongue

Today I’m featuring a 97 year old poem illustrating the timelessness of the written word. I’ll introduce the author at the end. Enjoy!  A fire-mist and a planet, A crystal and a cell, A jelly-fish and a saurian, And caves where the cave-men dwell; Then a sense of law and […]

Where The Saved Heart Lives

Sandra Hickman penned this poem. Enjoy it’s truth and beauty. Where The Saved Heart Lives…In the heavenly places of my restored soul, revering the presence of His holiness, never fearing the presence of evil. For what has evil to do with me? In the valley of the shadow of death, […]

Stained Wings

Jesus, it’s me  Calling out for mercy Needing to feel your grace, again! Separating the lies from truth, Your truth. You are truth! Stumbling keeps me mindful  of how desperately I need you,  your mercy, your grace.  Though my offenses are as scarlet, You make them white as snow.  My […]

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.  As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quitely and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story … […]

Pools of Love

Originally posted on writing to freedom:
Pools of Love your eyes speak of endless depths reflecting beauty beyond this place gazing into them I lose myself in fathomless pools of love ~ radiant beauty dancing with life love seeping from your soul every word, gesture and touch pulsing with vibrant…

I Carry Your Heart

This is dedicated to my daughter – I will always love you, Laura.  Time nor distance nor vile words from small minded people who misunderstand sacrifical love cannot quench my maternal heart toward you, no matter our ages. I love you, sweetheart.  [i carry your heart with me (i carry […]

Listening in the Dark

4:20 am … Awakened from a dream. Lying silently in the dark, A pleasant breeze my companion. Listening to the night sounds, stillness voice speaks to me. Beyond the white noised hum of clocks, appliances and the occasional cricket, A mockingbird whistle slices the blackness. His sole chorus a private […]

Finding the Time

Another excerpt from my devotional activity journal, working title: Tattooed King. While seated in silent contemplation in the Presence of the Lord, instrumental music washing over and around me, this poem came as a response of my heart of worship to my beloved King. Finding the Time You whispered to my […]