Today freedom will taste like turkey, dressing, and pumpkin pie as we lift our forks in thanksgiving. We salute love of country, family, and friends. But at some point in history the liberty that America enjoys tasted like sacrifice, heartwrenching sacrifice… I am thinking about a couple of things this morning. One is the Mayflower and the…
Category: Poetry
bleak autumn evening
bleak autumn evening Edgar Allan Poe rap, rap, rapping at my door
the banquet hall
tangerine sunset spills upon the banquet hall no one notices
life’s marrow
Ethiopia ancient civilization core of life’s marrow
regret…
the people in black will mourn the Man of sorrows seeing him through tears ~Zechariah 12:10
stream
be washed inside out the pure in heart will see God crystal cleansing stream
Never Forget…
the scars in my Hands say I will never forget you, never leave you
haiku: my distant pity…
compassion is bread and salve, my distant pity is a waste of time
Bonnie Saul Wilks 