Fireflies
Winter to spring to summer in a blur of tedium and tears, but then the timid, swelling glow of light against stale night. I forgot about the fireflies.
Read more "Fireflies"A Prayer for Sleep
Tonight O God, may He Who made the stars to shine through darkness down on man, allow the silent, vast of night to take me deep (like death) into the realm of silent providence. May secret blessings: spiritual and by my body craved rest, sustain, refresh my soul. And grant again that with Your morning, […]
Read more "A Prayer for Sleep"A Prayer after Reading Psalm 23
Good Shepherd of my doubting heart, remind me of Your grace in guiding me in righteousness unto this grassy place. There is no lightning in Your heart to turn and strike me dead, but streams of Living waters to refresh my soul instead. Your glory is the care You take for errant, helpless sheep. And […]
Read more "A Prayer after Reading Psalm 23"Juliet’s Journal: Conquering Singleness
For those of you who are wondering, Romeo and I have officially been together for 2.75 days! 🥰 After my last post exploring ways to be an awesome girlfriend, I received a question from one of my followers that I feel needs to be addressed. She writes, “I am eighteen years old, and I have […]
Read more "Juliet’s Journal: Conquering Singleness"Be Wary on Your Way
Tread carefully the underside of dawn where claw-like brush snatches at your feet, where ghosts of deeds long dead still haunt, and monsters stalk, ravenous for meat. The darkness crawls like spiders for your soul, to catch and wrap you deftly in its lies. Beware the fangs that draw the life out, whole; and do […]
Read more "Be Wary on Your Way"A Crooked Line
I am a crooked line; I do not like to measure. I know that calculated work is fine, but is there not a finer pleasure, rolling out like frayed twine?
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That man with the black umbrella swishes through the rain. Puddles swirl reflections as he stalks away. – – Photo by Atharva Tulsi on Unsplash
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Glorious Saturday, long would I hold thee. Tight would I embrace thee. Till like a water balloon my grubby hands rupture thee and spill thy insides out upon the used up ground. Oh Saturday if only thou couldst last. . .
Read more "Saturdays"Showdown
Eyes slant. Sun flares bright. Dust ghosts swirl between. He squints across where his opponent stands. Appraises. Time. ticks. slow. All around watchers holding breath in tight lipped silence. Tilts hat down. Readies feet. Waits his beat. Fired like crackle flame flying from the hand marked, slight change rise connecting– snapped with metal ring And […]
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Life blows blurry bleary and a fog, ripped dripping fliffing on a hot cup tea held, coughing in my words and sniffling scratchy in my throat like blanket wrapped all ‘round shoulders as, clearing throat, shiver in the summer weather. – I hate colds. – – – Photo by Lisa Hobbs on Unsplash
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