Daily Archives: March 20, 2014
You may excel . . . 2 Cor 9: 8!
The Bickering Sisters
There once were two lovely young girls, sisters in fact, who lived in a spacious abode that seemed, too often, to close in around them. They were two of four daughters, not the golden-brown edge ones, but the soft, fair-haired, middlest sisters, mixed and squeezed together so much that they couldn’t get along. In fact, they bickered constantly.
They bickered near, they bickered far
They argued things trivial, humdrum, and bizarre.
“I’m sick of your manners,” one would often yell.
“I don’t like your meddling or dubious smell”
The other undaunted, her resentments would list
And sometimes erupt in a tirade of fists
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Finally the lady of the manor (the loveliest, fairest maiden in the land) had had quite enough. She threatened, cajoled, and punished the two sisters. In frustration, she assigned them chores in the hopes of building teamwork. The clever mother’s schemes worked…but only for a season…
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Gravitational Wave Vortex
sometimes the background makes all the difference
the yellow behind this flower is the shop’s delivery van.
I suppose an accurate, yet horrible, title could be roadkill. But that would be too harsh for this camellia blossom. I wanted to pick it up & put it on the grass. I was shopping at Leaf & Petal.
To All My Friends….(How deep is love?)
I wanted to share this piece that is copywrited for my first novel to ask you to THINK…How deep does love go? How long is forever? The story is true and dear to my heart, of a love that has passed away.
Letter to My Love
Each day I am without you
I feel hopelessly empty.
Each night I reach for your pillow
But, you are not there anymore.
The very thought of you consumes me
The silence in the house overwhelms me.
The door swings open
And I think you will walk into the house,
With your loving smile.
The breeze blows
And I swear, I can smell your scent.
I am like an empty shell,
Abandoned on the shore.
My voice can’t speak your name,
For fear it will haunt me.
Your things, I don’t dare move,
Hoping you will come back to me one day.
My…
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