Flow Freely on Me

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

Dandelion Seeds

  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 Bet You Have

Have you ever heard the Dawn awaken? The calm? Cascading down your soul When morning walks in When the robins sing And the dogwoods bloom And speak your name To welcome you? I bet you have. Have you ever thought of coffee plants with waxy leaves and cherry beans when you drink your first cup?  … More I Bet You Have

Darkness and Light

  I stumbled across this poem written many years ago and decided to post it. It was covering every windowpaneDarknessThick and draped and full of dustA scent of mothballsA hint of myrrhAnd along the hearth a candle burnsDripping waxCollected things adorned on nooksCoat racks and cluttered clothesBoards of oak along the floorSpores of moldAnd years … More Darkness and Light

Beauty for Ashes

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

Grace

The picture above is a cabin built out of refurbished wood from my grandpa and grandma Green’s home. It was built on their land, and I love it. I entered this particular poem in a contest a few months back but did not win. However, I enjoyed writing it, and since my husband and I … More Grace

The Photograph

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

Son Flower Seeds

She sopped me up like a piece of bread dipped in venison gravy She said she tasted something wild even though I soaked it in vinegar “It’s a tad gamey.” she folded up three creases on her forehead and twisted her mouth unpleasantly. “Buuuttt how?” “I steeped like a teabag. Why I submerged until my … More Son Flower Seeds

Bruised Plums #240

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?

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?