Come see Lynn Abbott's (and my) prayer for you for 2018.
Wait
Read how Christopher McGeown so eloquently captures two lost souls who found each other.
Mind the Gap
How do a rabbit and a hare become soul mates? By learning to embrace their differences.
The Greatest Gift
What is a gift?
Parting
I've experienced several partings recently... one just this morning....
Make Me Yours Again
A universal need stated with a simplicity that lets the yearning shine through. Anyone who doesn’t want this is dead.
Make me yours again.
Make me the object of everything you ever wanted.
Make me weak in the knees, wanting to fall at your feet.
Make me feel like this body is a garden you will tend with perfect care.
Make me safe being by my side as we walk into the night.
Make me know you are proud because I am by your side.
Make me smile into your face because your arms are around me.
Make me giggle because you twirl me with the beat of some silly song.
Make me brave as you cheer me on for some new adventure.
Make me warm on the couch cuz you just want to cuddle.
Make me laugh in the morning because you come out and sing me a song.
Make me dance by playing my favorite music even if it’s not yours.
Make me drunk with words that profess…
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Haiku Horizons prompt “ocean”
Pretty soon I’ll write a new Haiku, but first I wanted to invite my readers to join me in the challenge.
Welcome to week 197 of Haiku Horizons! This prompt for this week is “ocean“. Haiku Horizons will provide a haiku prompt each Sunday. Write a haiku based on the prompt and link to your post by clicking on the image below. For additional details, read the About page. To offer prompt suggestions, click on the “Prompts” tab. Enjoy!
25 Songs of Christmas #1 Let It Snow
The Christmas season for me starts on the evening of Thanksgiving Day, after the dinner has been served. I like to keep November's focus on being thankful to God for His blessings in anticipation of the time of gift-giving and receiving at Christmas. But the holiday music, movies, and decorations come out as soon as …
Writers of the Lost Art – Guest Post by, Annette Rochelle Aben …
If there were a “love” button, I would press it. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to write a personal letter or two….
When was the last time you received a letter in the mail? No, I don’t mean the ones like I receive, informing me of the great opportunity to settle my final arrangements before my family is burdened with the responsibility. Life can begin at any age but it gets fun once you turn 60. But I digress…
I was raised to write letters. Every time I received a gift, I wrote a thank you note. If I was having a party, I created invitations. When I wanted to communicate with a friend who had moved away from the neighborhood, I sent letters. Partly because there was NO privacy on the family phone, that hung in the kitchen, right around the corner from the living room. At least there was a hope that only the intended would be reading my letters. It was just what we did. And it was…
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Aeons
This poem makes you stop and think.
Bequeathed in endless images,
stories trailed through earth,
clay clenched drowning water –
painted face and breasts.
Distant was the inner yearning,
mournful was time’s cry,
joyful was life’s great promise-
no sound, but sandy sighs.
Lost in aching age of meaning,
driven deep beyond the cities,
so we walk with shuttered eyes,
curse and bless as we do grieve.
Through the ancient landscape,
back beyond our fear and dreams,
world’s soul beats in rhythm-
truth licks lips and seals.
Dark Side of the Moon 
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