How
can I
break out of
my brittle shell
without destroying
the protection it lends
but allowing more light and
fresh air to enter through the cracks?
Do not fear breaking through barriers.
Fear not taking the chances to be free.
Light
reflects
from sources
of energy,
the sun, moon, and stars.
We can be a source of
spiritual energy
reflecting upon others the
everlasting light of God that guides
us together in ways of joy and peace.
Power.
Beneficial
when used to do good things.
But used as a means of control
or to impose too much influence, it
becomes a source of evil that
creates a destructive
imbalance of
power.
Hard work.
Relationships
demand perseverance
and compromise to discover
the threads that bind you together even
when times are rough. Brokenness comes
when you are not willing
to put in the
hard work.
With
edges
sharper than
any sword, words
can slice through even
the thickest skin when used
as a weapon. Handle them
with care and precision so as
to do no harm, to build up rather
than tear down, and to speak the truth with love.
Crisp,
white flesh,
smooth, red skin
dappled with green.
Succulent juice
drips down her chin as the
sweet taste satisfies hunger
and thirst at the same time. Working
her way around the outside until
nothing remains but the seeds of rebirth.
Thanks and appreciation to Carol, my pastel teacher, for this idea of writing an image.
I constantly feel torn
when I take on too much.
Unable to be intentional, I am forlorn.
I constantly feel torn
when unhappy choices warn
me I have lost my touch.
I constantly feel torn
when I take on too much.
Summertime is here.
The days long, the heat intense.
The sun’s full power is near.
Summertime is here.
January a memory, now it’s midyear.
Air is thick, humidity is dense.
Summertime is here.
The days long, the heat intense.
We hold
ourselves hostage
by decisions we make,
unwise choices that lead us down
wrong paths without any clear direction.
How can we extricate ourselves?
Sometimes it comes down to
the faith and trust
we hold.
Outward
changes are hard
though we quickly move on.
It is the inward transitions
from the continuous series of births
and deaths of inner selves in search
of life’s deeper meaning
that send ripples
outward.
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