“who shakes the earth from its place until its pillars tremble” (Job 9:6). The earth Staggers like a drunkard. Our hearts ache like an abscessed tooth Long sighing for the youth Breathing becomes noticeable. As if we have been unaware until now That we have Breath from Above The Ruach in our lungs But … More The Earth Quakes, it Trembles Like a Drunkard
I am Something A human soul Growing old No longer standing up straight But in my younger days, I turned my face toward the sun Now I’m bowing my head like wheat An aged sunflower drinking in the heat One that’s had her day to dance One that used to have a bright yellow Vibrance … More I’m a Girl Named Something!
I feel like nothing A blob A splatter of ink evaporated Less than a piece of dryer lint Nonexistent Hypnotized by nothing A senseless meme An appendage with a screen No ability to sing Or scream Or cry or pray Or dance Or swear Or see Or hear Or heal No zeal No perspiration … More A Girl Named Nothing
To the tune of Adele, Go Easy on me: There is gold in His rivers They’ve been flowing through Bereshit forever I know there is hope in the healing Pishon waters I must bring myself to swim and be mikvehed in There’s no drowning in silence with Yeshua Messiah Oh, let me in! Flow easy … More Flow Freely on Me
There have been many talented writers on my mother’s side of the family. I have several very creative cousins with a pen and aunts and uncles alike who have written beautiful songs, poems, and stories. I’ve often heard that the Loys were excellent storytellers, and I guess it’s true because I always loved listening to … More My Aunt Sophia’s Poetry
I found the poem at the end of this blog in an old email or note box on my phone. It was jotted down in September of 2019, and it’s a beach poem I wrote while visiting Florida. Now we are here. So strange to read it and remember the journey of how it happened. … More Pink Flamingos and Prophetic Sand
He said, “Gram’s, I picked this for you.” One small outstretched hand held one dandelion that had seen better days. No longer green– Its golden petals were now full of white powdered seeds. “Do you want me to blow it,” he said, with large three-year-old eyes that still see the wonder of God’s creation. … More Dandelion Seeds
I found this poem from last year and wanted to post it. Maybe you have felt the same things at times? I gathered all my strength and tried to raise up from the ashes. I held ashes in my hands and raised them up to Him “Here, take these ashes– I screamed!” “Give me beauty,” … More Beauty for Ashes
It hung there like a branch on a tree. The color? It was more of a brown, Like shoe leather and cream with orbs of splattered sunlight. The timeworn camera had captured a split second of special. We would call it a black and white photo today, but to suggest it had a quality of … More The Photograph
They were unpromising Words grated like cheese. Words reduced to small shreds. Words strung like pasta. Tossed like a salad Thrown together with a pinch of thyme And oregano The other morsels were small. Irritants Acidic Tomatoes, garlic, and onions Barely noticeable to the tall ones Their necks stretched out in the clouds. They see … More Bruised Plums #240
Hate is like a piece of yeast. It permeates and puffs up with satisfaction It says, “I am right!” I hold truth! I carry all knowledge! I will rebuke! It wipes its mouth with a napkin And still, the juice runs Hate dripping off chins Spilling over into diaper bins And storefront shelves Magazine covers, … More Hate is?
“There’s always a time to shine,” she said, curling her bottom lip.“You need to let the light shoot out of your hair like cracked eggshells covered in glistening white yolks.” Sparkles. I pictured her hair standing up all over her head, illuminated and glistened like the moon draped over an armchair or a starfish on … More Pink Cotton Candy