Soup of Truth

Scattering like bugs on hot cement

People frantic, can you hear their lament?

Fear has taken control, a driving force

Determined lives now thrown off course

Seems as though they run to find a truth

Willing to listen to sputterings of the uncouth

Fingers of blame pointing to all four winds

As the soup of truth gets more and more thinned

What do You have to say about it all?

What do You tell them when they call?

I’m sure love and forgiveness are first on your lips

Do they know they can guzzle from your well, rather than tiny sips?

In the light I see tiny dust particles swirling

As truth is lifted off its shelf, twirling

I hear the slow creaking of a Book being opened

A place where they can always put their hope in…

A map, a guide to light their way

If only they heed what Your words say…!

Behold I am doing a new thing, it shall spring forth

I will bring you out of the wilderness, you’ll find true north

Our Guide, our Truth, and our Way

Is coming soon, humble yourself and pray


Until That Day

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Bible says nothing new under the sun.

Can’t help to wonder, what about this one?

Boys allowed to call themselves girls.

Grow their hair out into long, soft curls.


Girls shaving their faces with their dads…

Fathers patting their heads as if they’re lads.

How do I explain this to my child?

This world has gone absolutely wild.


People storming the courthouses with opinionated signs.

Thinking it’s ok to go against all of  God’s designs.

Taking a life into their own hands.

Before that life has a chance to make it’s own demands.


The days of were Noah were more evil than these.

Not much longer of God’s wrath can we appease.

I imagine God on his horse, trump to His lips.

Minutes away from the sound of apocalypse.


But until that day how do we cope with all that’s around?

On every side there is trouble that surrounds.

How do we keep us and ours from being ensnared,

From the lies and confusion, how will we keep them spared?





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Always doin’ the right thing

How they love make fun as you sing

Always stickin’ to your word

How they snicker and call you absurd

Always standin’ up to heed the call

As they sit back and wait for you to fall

Always runnin’ to the aid of the hurt

While they figure a way to steal your shirt

You see, your standin’, your stickin’ and your doin’…

Makes them angry and want to see your ruin

But after so much, you wonder why is it this way?

Because evil has always fought good since that fallen day

Chin up dear helper and friend

For into the battle, yes He did send…

You and your good ways to always remind others

That on this earth, we should always be brothers

So keep doin’ what’s right, always show them the truth

Keep stickin’ to your word with wisdom and cooth

Keep runnin’ to always help the hurt and the lost

Keep doin’ the right thing no matter the cost

For God your Father always awaits the day you bring them along

To Heaven to join the choir’s eternal song

A challenge for you reader. I find the word always to be a way to make things worse. It can also make things or the way we see things better. Your challenge, along with mine, is to see how much you use always in your day talk. And when you do ask yourself, “Am I using always to magnify the negative or the positive?”

Have They Any Clue?

There are so many poems I have written that I’m able to share a couple at a time! This one speaks of today’s world and the state it is in. I hope you’re enjoying these old posts.

I’ve come to wonder just how You do it all

From the rising of sun to the beauty of fall

How You could be here healing her complete?

Yet, over there, protecting them from the deceiver’s deceit

How can You guide a surgeon’s hand?

And yet You’re counting every piece of blowing sand

Do they know just how powerful You are?

Do they know that they’ve gone too far?

Have they any clue what You have in store?

Like a thief in night is what You said before

Clueless and foolish really are they

As we enter the time of the feet of iron and clay

I feel sorry for them who’ll be caught unaware…

When You come for Your bride in the air

Looking up they’ll finally see why

We always said there’s one thing you cannot buy

Temporal or Eternal

Around and around you’ve been spinning

Lying to them all, you know they’re not winning

With your vastness and your mighty tilt

They say you’re innocent holding no guilt

Running after the things of you blindly they follow

Don’t they see what you’re offering is shallow?

They call you Mother and they call you home

And for happiness to the ends of you they’ll roam

In their green houses; a worldly affair

They worship you as if you care

I don’t wanna gain you and lose my soul

I’ve been down that road, played that role

Someday soon they will all see

Every tongue confessing on bended knee

You will pass away on that hallelujah day

When our bridegroom comes to carry us away

Words of God’s Mercy

I remember writing this one too. I wrote it with a young family member in mind. Sometimes watching other’s struggles I’m able write a poem to/about them. Although, most of the time I never show them….

How does it feel every time you turn, another slap in the face?

Hit the ball, off runnin’, out before you touch first base.

No matter at what angle you hit, out in the first round

All the roads taken, even the shortcuts seemed so sound

On the edge of your bed all through the night

Biting and chewing worrying, figurin’ with all your might

A dollar here, a break there, robbing Peter to pay Paul

Who knew that your way just wouldn’t ever work at all

Plans simmered down to a thick bitter sauce

Fool’s gold you thought was pure with no dross

What you thought was right, was simply just wrong

Head hanging low, now you’re singin your bluesy song

If you know me by now then you should already know

This is the part where words of God’s mercy begin to flow.

Tough love from me? Nah, never.

Tough love from Him? Maybe. Your will He wants to sever

He’s had a plan for you since you first opened your eyes

Plans to prosper you, not for your demise.

He’s not a God who delights in death and in pain

Power, love, liberty and a sound mind are yours to gain

Give up your plans, your ideas and your life’s scheme

Give Him the bat, He’ll hit it out of the park for your team

Daily Free

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Here’s another one of my faves…

I’ve taken all my cares and threaded them through my hook

One strong flick of the wrist is all it really took

As the line took its flight over the big giant sea

I watched my sins float on the forgetful waters merrily

Like a mammoth whale you rose from the water’s deep

And scooped up all my anxieties forever for You to keep

And when You sank back down with my troubles in your palm

There was no tsunami, no ripples, the waters were calm

I like it here on Your shore; the sea of forgetfulness

Where I can be daily freed of this worldly stress

I’m trying to be hopeful that You can count on me

To leave those heavy weights buried in the bottom of the sea

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The Best of Me


I think I’ll share some of my poetry previously posted over the next week or two. This one is from 2019…. I remember the day I wrote this one…

Walking into trashy night club, ladies get in free…got the best of me.

Rolled up joints, cocaine lined up neat, pills popping like corn…got the best of me.

Creeping in the night, doing what’s not right…got the best me.

And what was left after that was the worst of me. Anger, spite, bitterness, and true hate for myself.


You came and gave me life…now You’re the best of me.

Shinning through my smile that comes from my heart…they see You, the best of me!

Without You my Savior, there is no me!

Random Thoughts on Time

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I think us writers have brains just bursting with ideas, thoughts, opinions, worries, and story ideas. Does your brain feel like it’s just constantly going? I can walk into a store and see something discarded on the ground, a sentence or two will pop into my mind. Because I am doing other things, I cannot not keep the story going in my head. Trying to recall it later is useless. I recently watched Undercover Boss and this particular boss had a waterproof notepad and pencil he hung in his shower. I need one of those!

Lately my thoughts go to growing old. Comparing my life and the stage I’m in with that of my grandmother’s life. What was she doing at age forty seven? Will it fly by for me as it had for her?

I also have been thinking on how the elderly get treated by the younger generations. My newest thought is, mankind does not want to be reminded of what will be when it comes to growing old. So maybe the younger generations tend to avoid the elderly because it is too hard to face what their fate will ultimately be. Is that why so many treat the elderly as if they’re dumb or childlike? Are we subconsciously pushing them away so we do not have to face reality?

Yes, us Christians are to be excited to get to Heaven. Homesick for that Sweet Beulah Land. If I have to be honest, I’d say I’m curious how the rest of my story will play out. Especially if I get and stay in the will of God allowing Him to direct my paths.

My other random thoughts are on our world today. I hear it everywhere. “Jesus is fixin to come back soon” I hear, “This has to be the end times.” It gets my mind going when I hear this. I immediately go to our kitchen cabinets, will we have enough supplies to make it? How will we live? What will we do? Yes, I know what you’re thinking while reading this. You’re either thinking, well if we are right with God , we need not worry. Or maybe you’re thinking, consider the lilies, or even the sparrow. You are right, but that doesn’t stop the overly imaginable things that reel through this brain of mine.

Random Thoughts….right?

Here’s a new one for me. The day is fast approaching that my twelve year old will be an adult and out on her own. She was in the shower the other day. I got to thinking of how when our babies are born we mothers know every inch of our child’s body. We know every mole, every scar on our child’s body. We know when said child needs a bath or hair combing. This for me as a mother was in some ways pure joy and in other ways, pure agony.

The joy is that you are caring for your child and meeting each and every need for that child. This is a parent’s job. The agony of it is, this child is so dependent on you that the pressure to give and do all you can in the rearing of this child can feel huge at times.

When my child was in the shower, I was reminded of how I don’t need to handle all aspects of her life because she is in a position to make some of her own choices now. She can shower and care for her own body. It was in this moment, I realized that her future lays in my hands for the time being, but not for much longer. The more independent she gets, the less control I have in her life. I know, I know. That’s what is supposed to happen. The agony here for me is, will her father and I have done enough of the right stuff to send her out of the nest in the right direction?

The last of my random thoughts I would like to share is about time…how time does heal some wounds. Lately, when I think back on heartbreaking times in my life, the severity of it isn’t there anymore. I think some of that comes from the time I put in therapy. I also think some of it comes with age and experience. Today marks one year since my mother’s death. I feel bad in saying this, but I don’t feel any different today than I did yesterday. I did not spend the day reflecting upon her and her death. Time can heal wounds, but it cannot reason with you on how you feel. Time is just there to fill in the empty times in our daily lives.

Time can heal. Time can fly too. Time can be cruel on the body. Time can cause anxiety. Time can lie too. (daylight Savings Time lol) One thing for absolute sure is that time will tick on.

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Something Found

Haven’t I been here before?

Hasn’t this feeling once knocked on my door?

What did I do in the past?

To make these feelings not last?

‘Round this block I’ve gone

Singin’ this same old song

Careening out of control

As the evil prodding takes it toll

How did I get right back here?

Clouded lines, that used to be so clear

What did I do then, that I could do now?

To get back to okay somehow…..

The bell of memories chimes its sound

As verses fill my head of ninety-nine lost, and one found

The Shepherd’s joy, the Woman’s peace

At something found, the Father’s feast!