“Shade and Darkness” by JMW Turner deep blue eyes bleed tears silver drops of silent pain blood stains broken heart
Tag: Self Disclosure
haiku: inward bruises
inward bruises bleed bluer than red tearful eyes deep, raw suffering
Breakfast in Bed?
Breakfast in bed on a Sunday morning? No thank you. My backyard is just too beautiful! Even the fish love it here!
Who Can Measure the Weight of a Word?
Jesse Jackson’s recent “off the record” comments into a hot mike are causing quite a stir. Many are saying he is no longer relavant. Many are criticizing him. He has apologized, but I bet he wished he could take those words back. Here’s the story. The truth is some words and the reaction they cause…
haiku: desert place
sparkling springs at home draw me from this desert place where I have wandered
Ancient Melody
Ancient Melody My grandmother grew up on a farm–one of twelve children– a school teacher of twelve grades in one room. As a student herself she studied math hard… because it was hard… so they told her. Many years later, she worked at H & R Block filing income taxes for others–way into her seventies–because she…
The Prickly Cactus of Ungratefulness
As a parent, one of the things I most appreciate is gratefulness from my daughter. I love to give and provide for her. That is in the DNA of parenting. In fact, I want to give and provide more and more. I love to bless her and see her smile. But an ungrateful heart can…
Desert Purple
I used to be a very sad person. Prone to depression most of my teenage and young adult years, I actually tried to kill myself at age 24. This is something I am certainly not proud of, but I can boast in the redeeming power of God in my life that turned my “mourning into dancing,”…
Scathing Moment of Truth…
Always in a hurry, I half-ran-and-half-walked as I entered a neighborhood department store. It was midday and I was melting in the Texas heat. But I saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks… my own reflection in the large glass windows. It was a scathing moment of truth… it ruined my day… and it…
Jade Nor Money
These three jade plants set in a windowsill of my house on the first landing of the stairs to the second floor. They make me happy every time I pass… on my multiple trips–morning, noon, and night–up and down the stairs. They are thriving in that sunny, happy place. I moved them around the house a few times…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 