Poet. Writer. Photographer.
To be too heavily drenched in dogmahinders the flitting of my wings;Spirituality keeps me soaringto dispense light into others' dreams.My morality is Mendelian,deeply imbued before birth.Religion-commitment issuesplague me; a dozen flirt.I believe. With all that I am.I believe. I always have. Supreme Being(s).Loving Creator.So much more before,so much more after. I infuse myself with nature,immerse … Continue reading Alar Faith
I've always had God. So many times in my past, I've felt like that is all I had. But having only God is not a bad thing, a lesser thing; it is everything. It is...as a wordsmith with a degree in English, even as a poet, I struggle to find the words...a shedding of all … Continue reading Loving Me
Golden transformationthose past painswith limited perspectivesseem to undergowhen God and time mix in blessings and distance.No phoenix transformation needed;from the fires before ashes,I retrieve the experiencesand in lieu of scar-brandsmanipulate the molten looking-glassand use the heat to my advantage,blowing a kiss of forgivenessto all of my previous misfortunes,all the ways things did not turn outthe … Continue reading Golden Frames
Thank goodness for seasonsand changing skiesto provide the movementneeded in our lives, movement to bring inand to carry awaythe hopes and sighsof the everyday. The winds seem to changeto nudge emotional stagnanciesunbeknownst to usthwarting the plans of Destiny, for the blessings lined up for uscan only be receivedif after the winters,we can open our heartsonce … Continue reading Thank Goodness for Seasons
It's been a while since I woke up teary, but even though the ache in my heart was legitimate, I knew it would be temporary. And that alone makes the difference sometimes. I remember all too well the many times I have cried in the dark, and in the bright light of day behind sunglasses, … Continue reading 2 a.m. Tears
After the storm, after the dark clouds part and the winds die down, and the heavens opens up, it is clear that God is present; it is when we are in the midst of it that we are challenged to not forget all along, He held us.
I am unstoppable. Though I have fallen, though I have felt sealed in a tombed fate, I have risen, I have relentlessly followed that one ray of light. I have never lost faith. I have found my way, and the light of day blinds my eyes and its warmth soaks into my soul; I have … Continue reading Unstoppable
mourning dove the morning after I will shed the tears for you, dear lady I will grieve but we most both look to the sun it rises again and our lives go on even without the physical presence sometimes of lost ones we love the circle of life contains the dark and the light the … Continue reading Ravaged Nest
Heaven on earth, heaven reaching us, is what I sometimes observe, stumble across. Those few steps toward the ocean when white sand meets white clouds, muted colors have never seemed so spiritually loud. Am I witnessing a miracle, a glimpse of what’s beyond as time stands still while my spirit lifts … Continue reading Heaven on Earth
A sure sign of emotional/psychological healing and growth is the change in your prayers. At the pivotal changing point in my life, God had very clearly answered a recent prayer I had delivered in tears on my knees in the locked bathroom at one my lowest points. Since then, my prayers have mostly been gratitude, … Continue reading A Change in Prayer
