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Whispers of Hope: A Poem for the Dark Days
Note: I wrote this poem yesterday for a friend who’s been wading through a heavy season of sorrow. It’s a reminder that even in our darkest moments, there’s a quiet presence — a harbinger of hope — waiting to bring light. I hope these words resonate with and reassure anyone who needs them today. I’ve whispered in the wind, Felt…
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So Much More…
God is vast, a mystery that cannot truly be completely understood, or He would not be infinite, eternal, Omni-Everything. This is pivotal because we are created “in His image”. We have His stamp in us – His name written on our DNA. That means we will continue on a trajectory of always growing, always learning, always creating, always loving, and…
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In the Morning
In the morning, When the sunlight’s still at bay – There’s a hush, And I clearly hear you say That you love me… And you’ll make my dreams come true. In the morning, Yes, I love this time with you. As the sun Begins to show its face – I awaken, Being held within your grace… You still love me……
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The Eye of the Beholder
It was Sunday morning, and the sun had yet to make an appearance. As I stepped outside, the coyotes were celebrating just a little too near for my peace of mind, so I went back inside to get some coffee. A couple minutes later, I headed back out and saw the first hints of red washing on the horizon line.…
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The Door
It was “one of those nights” where my brain was wide awake at 1:40 AM. The dogs were asleep, curled sweetly next to me, blissfully unaware of the churning thoughts in my head. After a feeble attempt to readjust my position and fall back asleep, I decided to focus on others. I started with God…what I knew about His character…
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Place for the Heart
I put my heart up on the shelf And do some talking to myself. Haven’t found the way out yet, Still, I’m leaving the regret. Instead I see a hilltop With views that make my heart stop And dirt that makes my boots turn red, Where peace shows up and hope’s not dead. The whisper in the trees is sweet…
