A Fountain Overflowing

This poem is about battered children and has it’s origins in the murder of an autistic child recently in a neighboring county. Please remember Children suffer in silence all too often! Be vigilant and stay aware of those you see. If you see something say something   Angel with your tattered wings Bruised furrowed and … Continue reading

Memories

A poem for a friend in mourning

Good Wood, Bad Wood, and the Master Touch

John 20: 7 (HCSB) “The wrapping that had been on His head was not lying with the linen cloths but folded up in a separate place by itself” Jesus, God incarnate, was born as a carpenter’s son in the town of Bethlehem, laid in a manger, and destined to hang on a rough wooden cross … Continue reading

Silent Murmurings of a Lost Child

How does life fly by so fast? By the time, we begin living it’s the end and we missed so much joy in-between. Seems like yesterday I was in dad’s old ford truck headed to school or riding go-carts without a care. To be held close one more time or hear my home place filled with … Continue reading

Here is new poem I wrote yesterday. Let me know what you think. Thanks in advance for your feedback

Tears I Cry

Tears I Cry Wonder what I’ll be when I grow old How will I look the day after I die Momma can I go I’m such a fool My cross bleeds Tears I cry Memories lay hold of me And awake in the night I cry How can I be so bold While inwardly I … Continue reading

Lonely Nights and Faith

The past two years have been hard and tumultuous to say the least. August 2010 I lost my dad; April of this year I lost my mom; May of this year  (1  month to the day after we buried my mom) I sat in a church filled with people as we buried my great-niece who was not yet … Continue reading

Dad and the life lessons he taught

First, memory is a great thing. I am amazed at how much God loves us and how He created within us the ability not only to remember, but to remember with all of our senses. It totally amazes me and humbles me at the same time. As a child growing up I can remember my dad working … Continue reading