The Poetry Reading

The Poetry Reading

Dixie, the lady I did my first poetry book with, who is a painter par excellence, suggested one day a year or so ago, that we gather for a day at a place in the outskirts of El Cajon, called Summer’s Past Farms. She would paint, I would read poetry, and someone would...
Letting Go

Letting Go

Slipping softly down my face, Flow evidence of healing grace, That washes darkness from my heart And shadows that You bid depart. How can I weep for troubles past When loving arms still hold me fast? Oh Love that will not let me go, Enfold me in the Spirit’s flow, And...
Writing Songs

Writing Songs

I do not read music or have the ability to write music. I haven’t the faintest idea where to put a half-note or a treble clef, etc. However, the Lord has decided to give me some songs. I wake up in the middle of the night with a melody running through my head, or...
Turning a New Leaf

Turning a New Leaf

At my age, some things are not as important as they were and I am downsizing with one of my Facebook pages. I’ve spent years writing; from the time I was around 12 years old. I’ve learned a lot in these 70 years; written articles, 9 Biblical Fiction novels, a book of...
To My Husband

To My Husband

Come walk with me, my love, my dear When twilight dims the sky Along the soft, deserted sands, Let it be you and I. Please take my hand as long ago When love was young and new You scooped a sand crab up for me From waters azure blue. I hummed a song that came to mind,...
Motherhood

Motherhood

Three noisy, squirming bundles That bellowed out their woes, And motherhood was thrust on me With tiny hands and toes. Sleep soon became uncommon As they made their presence known, But how I treasured early hours And special times alone. When cooing became language...