Thoughts On Healing and Love

Thoughts On Healing and Love

How swiftly my life slips
through the hourglass allotted me
I try to make sense of the plots, and characters
woven between each line

I reduce the monsters to peons
one-dimensional and harmless
I listen intently for my real name
which only my Creator knows.

My story flows from my pen
The ink dries with each healing word
leaving a permanent trail of discovery
My abusers become powerless
with each forgiving thought

Today a friend said
“I love you, Annie”
leaving me warm and full
Today my Father whispers to my heart
I love you my child – if I will be still and listen
The denouement of my story is His

Prairie Grasses

Prairie Grasses

I’m part of the breeze
that carries me
Over prairie grasses tall, medium
or short.
Like the three bears and
I, Goldilocks, look for my two sisters
in prairie dresses and pigtails
No dogs, no cats,
only prairie dogs whistle and
dive into grasses, tall, medium,
and short.
Snow falls softly – lays a
blanket of white over
the small, the medium, the
tall grasses until-
only boardwalks and snow-
angels appear and
icicle daggers dangle.
Drop.
My sisters disappear.
I melt.