Posted in Poetry


day three
i pardon thee
day one and two
faults forgone with oceanic phases

And so it goes… waves rush in/the moon ebb and tide/release your mind.

thank you dear Rory for thinking of me… i do love quotes and those shared are but a few, of many worth your while.

Be well bloggers, j🕊❤️

Posted in Advice, Photography, Poetry

What is this Scrivener you talk about? (a poem to follow)

via Daily Prompt: Prudent 

Sage advice and Scrivener go together because without knowledge one could never figure out that gargantuan word processing program.  Scrivener, the one to ease a writer’s world. Or maybe not.

So my Sunday morning prudence was met with a quick enrollment in Cameron’s Scrivener class at the Indiana Writer’s Center in Broad Ripple.  I sat with 10 other wanna-be authors yesterday afternoon and we plucked away at the buttons and gizmos that promise freedom and organization. Organization being the key word for me as I often paralyzingly gaze at the loose sheets of paper, Ipad scribbles and the WORD documents that clog up my computer’s performance.

Cameron taught us enough to take a stab at writing something, anything in the program.  Scrivener is not a magical machine but it is a cog in the wheel of a mind. I think it will prove to be a life saver and not a dead-beat friend.   (Pictures below are of the Writer/Art Center grounds.)

Everything colored

tainted by black
until courage to be
the yellow of sun
the blue of her eyes
valiant purple hearts.

everything colored
the fate of  life
prudent paths
the windows looked out
closed doors opened to trust.

these colored days -cherish
perched on the summit
go fly with the stars
listen –told stories
shared lovingly with us.

Posted in Poetry, Sermons

Angels around us

Sunday morning poetry. Church: words spoken to me, shared lovingly with you.
My second chance to shape my faith every Sunday for a year.

first glance I saw another angel and pausing i saw an extraordinary person

Man is raw without thought.
Sharpened by chisels
scraping away
to find the form
layered beneath rubble.

Refined by wisdom
of ages past
both evil and goodness
standing back to back
afraid to hear the other.

Proverbs 27:17 As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.