What if we chose not to get distracted by the shadows?
samples of poems, prose and short stories
What if travelling the B- roads and lingering in the eddies wasn’t a possible-maybe?
What if Psalm 46:10, “Be still and know that I am God”, was not what we thought?
What if the single set of footprints in the sand weren’t from when we were carried, but something else?
To suffer pain and loss is a universal experience. But how we grieve is intensely personal.
DIfference is not wrong, it is the gift that lets you see.
In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind.
You taught it, you showed it. Lived it, didn’t fight it. You don’t deserve it; shouldn’t wear it. I guess it’s love; humility.
Sheep are licking rocks on the hillside
The cows chew memories on the plain
Horses are eating dust in the field
And we’re all looking to the sky for rain
The Club About twelve years ago with the birth of my first My bubble of ignorance was painfully burst I’d been told what to expect, but as we all know You just can’t imagine how things will go Tales of trials around routines and feeds And that I’d never again experience sleep But forewarned is…