office, will his haters be
nice, kind and loving?
Your back may scream in /
agony, but poetry /
needs to be written.*
(or)
screams to be written.
Heavenly Father /
is in charge, which means that the/
best is yet to come.
#pulpitwisdom #truth
“When our car misfires,/
we fix it. We should do the/
same when life misfires.”
(Paraphrasing wisdom from the pulpit.)
Folks get blamed for things/
they had no hand in, but God’s/
hand is in all things.”
(Original quote from the pulpit: “A lot of people get blamed for things they had no hand in, but the Lord’s hand is in everything.”)
I wish I could give /
Testimony of Jesus/
like Southern folk: Short.
There are times when I’m/
So grateful that I just can’t /
enumerate thanks.
#GiveThanks
We are so busy/
hearing others talk that we/
don’t communicate.
Why
don’t I
write
more often?
I was writing
daily,
often hourly.
At times,
my fingers flew
across the keyboard,
as I had much to say
and never enough time
to say what was needed.
What happened?
Why did I stop?
Was it fear?
Was it concern?
Was it worry
about exposing myself
and what that looked like?
If I don’t say anything,
then nobody can accuse me
of being
or sounding like
a fool.
It’s safe here
in my hidden hideaway,
my harbor,
nestled
next to
giant oceanliners.
But being
in the harbor
is not
what ships
are designed
to do.
Neither am I
destined to be still
or silent
or quiet.
I have words to write,
right?
Right words
to proclaim.
If I don’t
speak up,
then I will be
left out,
and will
have wasted
my talents
and abilities.
Those
who could have been helped
by me,
must instead
find their own path,
listened to other voices.
I hope they are as kind as I would have been