Holes in my Soul

I wrote this poem in 1998 at a very painful time in my life. So thankful for the Father and His healing balm. Hope you enjoy.   Holes in my Soul   My friends are now obsolete. And time is bought painfully cheap. I wonder what’s the score. As you trickle down my thoughts With…

I Am Full

You slapped your words at me You whispered to the others about my coat How it shined more than most Who do I think I am? That dreamer You insulted my Maker and chattered with hatred as if some birds beak would not carry the morsels then lay them at my feet. I don’t read…