poetry
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In the Darkness
We always talk about the end but what about the now? The light is coming the sun will rise but what about the night? What about the darkness we find ourselves in? Can we speak about it? Can we sit inside it? And still have hope to press on in the darkness Know that tomorrow… Continue reading
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No Contestation
I don’t want to just tell myself I’m beautiful I want to know it To see it through Your eyes I want to know In my very core like the flower I am beautiful with no contestation because I am Your child Imprint this knowledge on my soul that I may not question this beauty… Continue reading
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Ordinary Divine
Ordinary days unextraordinary work I sit I live I breathe I wait the pull of shame is strong a culture tells me that standing still will waste my life but You Jesus You were hidden for 30 years You called Shepherds Prisoners ordinary men and women to sit wait hide and without them knowing what… Continue reading
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The Hidden
Those things which are hidden are often the most valuable and wonderful think of the diamond created from rock hidden in an ordinary shell or the depths of the ocean which hold such treasures of creatures and medicine so much of which we have never seen and remain a mystery It’s true for animals such… Continue reading
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Small Town Love
Poem #1 I love exploring little unexpected towns meeting shop owners seeing their stores care and effort to feel the heart of the place from the color of the buildings to the signs in the window and the smiling or unsmiling faces It’s like reading a story catching a glimpse of a life different than… Continue reading
About Me
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
Joyful Ruins 