a writer in two poems

i. small thoughts scribbled onto scraps peruse a time when life was different. Acknowledge the face. Growth is seen backwards and a day reveals potential the necessary pulled. Gauge the temperature. Do not waste opportunity to capture the fleeting moment otherwise long forgotten.   ii. small thoughts peruse past times feverishly scribbled onto scraps. valiantlyContinue reading “a writer in two poems”

Blossoms

Sunday morning poetry. Church: words spoken to me, shared lovingly with you. My second chance to shape faith every Sunday for a year. Graciously plated food for thought laid upon paper, digested by those who seek the hidden. Listen, atop a mountain a master teaches to winsomely speak and raise the downtrodden. Seek His wayContinue reading “Blossoms”