What you are getting ready to witness is my first foray into uniting my versions of the poetry world…and the Christian blogging sphere. I do not know what type of new domain we will make, or what messes we will make along the way......
You wake up, the birds are singing…… You roll over and realize you’re late for work- You stub your toe in the shower, there’s a note on your front door – rent is late. Car won’t start, but thank God the neighbor gave you a jump. Then you realize you’re sitting on E. Your card is declined at the gas station and all you have is $4.45 on you.
Ever looked around and it seems like everyone is moving fast but you’re standing still? It’s like something straight out of a movie. Picture it - camera pans over and you walk onto the scene or into house or restaurant or wherever (pick a place) and the world slows down, the lights dim, and a voiceover starts: “I bet you’re wondering how I got here...to this place...at this time...with these people...well, yeah. Me too.” Or something like that
Run….. Run for your life. If you can’t run – speed-walk….either way, you need to get a move on...and do it quickly. In the military we would say “At a Double Time, March,” which meant to pick up the pace, or start running. But speaking of running…are we tired yet?
Be my person - Be the one I run to when my world collapses around me The one I think of first when goodness has found me Be my person - The one to understand the craziness that is me But stays around knowing that there's more that defines me Traversing ups and downs, Knowing… Continue reading Be My
Bleating Incessant bleating Your lips are moving but all I hear is- Bleating Now the noise sounds like screaming, Ever heard a kid screaming? A goat, or a baby Either one is quite draining Holding back a shout, Trying to worm its way out Tired- Empty, I have zonked In this match, I tap out… Continue reading Losing
I haven't been feeling well.... I do believe I'm sick, I calmly asked the Doctor "Can you write me out a script?" The Doctor merely smiled, Then He looked down at His pad, He lifted up His pen to write.... These are the writs I have - For fear take two, Isaiah 41:10 Fear not for I… Continue reading Sick Call
We were given words An update from deciphering Pictures on walls Yet here we are Years later excited To put pictures on walls.... #poetry ©Words With Faith2017
I bring you flowers on your special day, Plus on days in between.... And up and down the aisle, I'll skip as music plays Throwing petals, Here and there Watching as they fall, Delivering unto you my friend The greatest bouquet of them all, Where is my bouquet- I wonder.... I'm just a flower girl...… Continue reading Flower Girl
Have you ever seen a glass or plate break? It's almost like it happens in slow motion.... The pieces go everywhere. There's some under the cabinet, some in the middle of the floor, on the rug..I don't even want to guess how that piece ended up on the counter. The shattering of these items seems to spread all over the place and all across the room.
I was always told My black was ugly This wasn't by family, To them I was pretty Society told me- My black wasn't beautiful, That it was something to fear... They said I was Dirt, Mud, A tar baby, Porch monkey- They said..if you were: Lighter, Your hair straighter, Your name- Plainer Maybe then...we'll claim… Continue reading My Black