Broke my arm…
The sidewalk was traitorous.
Sporting bruises
Garish… (‘sartorious’?)
Daily tasks
Awkward and laborious.
A little down
Though actually victorious.
Reminding myself
He remains glorious.
Broke my arm…
The sidewalk was traitorous.
Sporting bruises
Garish… (‘sartorious’?)
Daily tasks
Awkward and laborious.
A little down
Though actually victorious.
Reminding myself
He remains glorious.

What if … I sip peace like water throughout the day to stay ‘hydrated’? I weave transformation thread by thread? Your love penetrates me like

What is consciousness? Am I in it? Is it in me? Everything is vague, dim. My senses seem shrouded, distant, blocked. Something or Someone calls


I love the various colours of life. They bring such vibrancy and joy. I have found that God is the Source of all the colours that make life worth living.
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Lovely – so simple but true.