Painting by Warren Salman

At the end of the day, come sit with me

I know how weary you are, busying about

Plans gone awry, your disappointment high

At the end of the day, come sit with me

I will undress your fears, relieve your stress

I know you will do your best tomorrow

At the end of the day, come sit with me

I love you like no one else can…

says the good Lord.


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Where is the sunshine?  Strong gusts of wind force autumn leaves and souls to fall.

Like the pulse of a nation gelling, hear cries of disgust grasping for fading hope.

Thunder shouts “You cannot serve God and Mammon, as long as babies are killed in and outside of the womb.

The moral fiber of a people is splintered.  The Evil One has conquered and rejoices, his deceits reign.

Yet, the remnant bend at the knee pleading for mercy knowing that Justice will pound its gavel on all.

If the nation does not repent, all other nations will fall as well.

Wisdom is as wisdom does.

So long as prayers are raised, God help us!  Perfect your love in us!

Faith will prevail, so future generations will shine like the stars in heaven



Rock Craft by Napoleonia

FREE VERSE – Breathe

I held this rock in my hand for a moment and discovered this reflection.

I came forth on a slate palette and You breathed air into me.

I wobbled into tiny steps as You held my famished hands as You breathed more wind into me.

I walked unknowingly into the distance as You guided me to navigate different destinations.

You gave me thirst for knowledge and more people to love.

Now wherever I go, whomever I meet, I see You always kind and protective.

My slate palette is ever polished with your mercy and forgiveness.

So grateful am I breathing still your divine air.