Even when I Can’t See #truth

ocean

golden rays

open nature’s aperture

out with the tide

Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand,
And marked off the heavens by the span,
And calculated the dust of the earth by the measure,
And weighed the mountains in a balance
And the hills in a pair of scales?

~Isaiah 40:12

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Freedom #4thofJuly #proudamerican

stretching her wings

lifted high by summer currents

no turning back

You may be swaying over all the events in our nation and our world.

You should be.

Jesus in the Bible talked alot about the poor, the widows, the mistreated. We should in any season be offering help to another in need. That is not based on our abundance; it is based on the need to give and care in any season of our lives.

Matthew 25:36-37 says: “For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.”

Giving away freedom does not help anyone. If you want to know what it’s like to forfeit your freedom, move to a communist country. You will have no freedom to walk on a sidewalk in the evening with your significant other, give a piece of bread to a starving child. or sing a song (of your choosing.)

Have You Ever? #submission #iamwriting #publishing

So you’ve submitted an article, a story, your masterpiece to X, Y, Z publishing. It’s your 1st, 10th, 100th…. submission.

Anxious, nail biting, calm resolve like after the first date. Will I get a call? What will I do while I wait?

It’s a good story. No Great!

It’s not the money (never has been). The story it’s one that needs to be heard. She lived it, she suffered.

Day by day, I wait to hear back. Will the publisher see the value in a woman’s suffering? It does not change the worth of the person who lived through it.

She’s Ugandan and the story embodies a time when most young women in the North were sex slaves to a guerilla army.

The story is the same…

the geography alone changes.

And women continue to survive some of the worst treatments men can inflict.

Her story will be told whether I write it or not…

The Pawn #poetry #chess #selfimportance

Low man on the totem pole

you only move one space

you live in anonymity

without even a face

*

strive against the elements

success is but a plan

each, every tiny move

one square against the man

*

a lonely and exhausting job

this game against the odds

work it’s cut out for you

like running with the dogs

*

digging into dirt and grime

strong footing in the dust

I think I can, I think I can

move forward is a must

*

little did the strong man know

wise pawns can achieve

when the king has lost his throne

supplanted then achieve

 

 

 

 

Lonely But Not Alone #haiku #reflection

A Way in the Storm 2012 Moondust Designs

broken by cold
world's storm tears fragile promise
fragrant offering called hope


Are you finding yourself alone in this mixed up world of CoVid 19? Worries swirl about your head for yourself, family, the world.

“This is my comfort in my affliction, For your word has given me life.”

~Psalm 119:50

Hang on to the two words Comfort and Affliction that form a parenthesis around the word and very presence of affliction. Trials and afflictions (doubts and pains) may not be nullified, but they are cushioned by the faithful Word of God.

Please take heart today. He is always there.
Inspired by a fellow blogger’s post: a prayer and a flower.

In the long run…#photography #microfiction #sixwordstory

train tracks
old rails
yesterday's memories grasped at forever's horizon

it’s amazing what six words can do.

Check out My Random Ramblings and this is the Saturday Six Word Story (6WSP) Prompt “Forever”. where six words tell powerful stories.

Out With the Tide #poetry #abuse

no one could hear her screams for help

she was underwater

he had warned her

she would not capitulate

death was claiming her breath

the doorbell rang

“not a good time” he yelled

pounding on the door

this will have to wait

limp as seaweed she rose from the pool

other woman huffed at the entry

donning scratched sunglasses

 time to grab her purse, towel and keys

she went out …