A Gift

Lord thou hast loved me like a babe, and washed me afresh in water. Oh my Father how You have endured My ceaseless multitude of prayers. Rescued from my own weak and feeble heart, I sensed your limitless love and forgiveness. By the cherished blood of Thy Own Son, My spirit, therefore, was cleansed and … Continue reading A Gift

Skin Still Soft

Wrinkled fingers clasped together to form hands in prayerLooking toward the heavens, she asks Friend, are you there? I've lived a long life she thinks warming  herself by the fireI am all that's left; my situation seems so lonely and dire. I am old and tired my Lord she whispers and I'm ready to  goMy bones ache in this … Continue reading Skin Still Soft

SWEETER THAN THE LARK’S SONG

White perfection like cirrus clouds on a sweltering southern mid-afternoon, Lay the cotton  blanket of white whispers speaking hauntingly and softly. My eyes gazing on a snowy speckled pattern, as I could hear melodic singing. Melancholy voices, expressions shared while talking of their joint sorrows, Bended aching backs and thin arms carrying heavy sacks of the … Continue reading SWEETER THAN THE LARK’S SONG