lost
forgotten
identity lost
drinking
for something
to do
stealing
for something
to eat
suicidal
to escape
reality Continue reading
heaven
A Road to Success
Yesterday, I was telling a friend about one of the roads I traveled on, and since then, it’s been roaming around in my heart. When that happens, I know it’s meant to “come out” in writing, so let me take down a road I traveled on. Continue reading
I’M TEN YEARS SOBER TODAY!!!
Over twenty years ago, a friend of mine tried to speak to me through a movie, but I couldn’t hear him. He took me to go see “When a Man Loves a Woman.” I assumed it was because this friend loved me. The movie was about a woman with a drinking problem. After the movie, we went to the liquor store to buy me a bottle of Tequila. I had no idea what he was trying to say, until years later. Continue reading
“Edifying”
when there’s a place in the heart
that can’t seem to speak
it helps to read through others
it releases their pain
back to hell
healing takes place
heaven invades
through written words
a silenced heart
drowning in tears Continue reading
“Complete Before Marriage”
a woman’s heart
so gentle so pure
wants to be loved and respected
wants to be held and assured
joined together as one
with God
a man’s heart Continue reading
Compelled Beyond Pain
Yesterday, before church, I received a message from a friend, asking how my foot was. The simple question caused tears to pour out because, some days, it feels worse than others, even after three weeks, and yesterday was one of those worse days, and to be totally honest, I’m tired of still having a wound.
Of course, one tear over a hurt foot caused a domino effect of emotions from loneliness to struggle and everything in between…hence my poetry yesterday morning. After amazing time with God, I headed to church, which held emotions of its own, but that’s for another post.
After I returned home from church, I knew I needed to clean my foot again but, this time, went into the bedroom because I knew it was going to hurt. Sure enough, I was right.
“Heaven’s Stairs”
Jesus died
so that I’d die
to be born again
so I could die to self
to live through His heart
Room for More
Last night, Corrie was telling me about this amazing revelation she had. I asked, “Did you write about it?” She said, “No, you can tomorrow,” so here we go.
Corrie absolutely LOVES the beach: she loves the ocean; she loves the hiking; she loves watching her family; she LOVES the sand; and she loves collecting little rocks and sea shells. Well, at a recent time at the beach, she was on the hunt for some little rocks and sea shells but encountered trash instead. Continue reading
“Counterfeit Quicksand”
standing in the past
almost hard to move
‘how did I get here’
seems to ring inside
the eyes are the lamp to the soul
why wouldn’t Satan deceive by sight Continue reading
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 