poetry

writing gives the soul permission to grow and heal.

when clouds gather, find a form of creativity that speaks to you--one that reminds you that no storm lasts forever.

Become

Lord, make me a mountain that I may withstand the wind and tower over adversity. And He said, the mountains suffer the wear of the wind...

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Somewhere in the space between a prayer and open sky. A familiar pull, it beckons me, and I close my tired eyes. A world turned bright;...

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“Mother, tell me the story, once again, when the stone was rolled away. Of angels there, of the empty tomb, and the words you heard him...

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the boy’s father left, life isn’t fair that way. but he had a man to look to, an older brother who’d stayed. after tears, the boy smiled,...

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the sun is setting, will you lift them? Let them call to Me their souls are weary. Let them call to Me their minds are heavy, their heads...

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