Caught in the Billow of Fabric Wings

The literati mafia: It was during the bustle of Christmas performances at the church I grew up in. Winter chills clamored onto large, wooden doors to the sanctuary lobby. Guests were piling in sluggishly from the weather. The performers hid themselves behind the curtains and back rooms. Older members adorned in black outfits, actors and... Continue Reading →

The High Before The Drop

There I was, standing in line after a long day of drudging across shops filled with trinkets galore: bobble heads smelling of fake plastic, shakable globes with wooden, etched out designs you can run your fingers in between, scratchy t-shirts with some silly font splashed across the chest area. She pushed to come here, kept... Continue Reading →

The House

I awake, sharp, inside this war-torn room, Though I can’t recall how I arrived here. Barely having strength in these thin legs, I begin to inspect the empty surrounding.   The pin-drop creaks pierce my ears; A Spirit of Fear begins to overwhelm me. I fling open the door, praying for comfort. But, only a... Continue Reading →

One Last Hymn from a Gentle Bird

Crest curving like the crescent moon, And fluttering wings grown so soon.   Sweet hymns I sang in church to the Lord; But at home similar songs had soared.   I wrapped my velvet, ivory fingers around. The trust was in not making a sound.   Grey, white, and yellow--each would hug, In feathery softness... Continue Reading →

A Settler’s Spring

Gentle breezes wisp through my hair. A faint echo flows all around. Walking along this powdered path, I feel His presence here with me.   The sky is lit up with radiant colors, Flowing across like a refined painting. I’ve seen it before, yet I’m still in awe Of how dazzling His works are.  ... Continue Reading →

A Vagrant’s Winter

I am here--and He is here with me, Saying to let go of the things within That has caused this plant to die from Suffocation. Oh, those lies of the world.   So this is the path I choose to take, The path which gives me life; To be who I am in Him, glorified.... Continue Reading →

Courtyard Solace

Courtyard Solace Silence cuts the air deeper than the oncoming autumn chills of weekday afternoons in the courtyard. Echoed laughter trickles in and suddenly the call of Sunday mornings beam the hurried footsteps of families in between church services. Mom always said to slow down, to feel her warm palm against the icy metal of... Continue Reading →

Where Youthful Choices Lead

The strict row of stuffed animals lined across my bed, quietly in their proper places. My friends paraded with frilly, dressed dolls, but I preferred a softer company. One where a Christmas snowman could snuggle up next to a Build-A-Bear koala; my bedroom kingdom prided in colorful diversity. I was so much younger, free even... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑