Forgive and Let Go- A Poem
Behold, I look into the knife,
I see my image, glistering beneath the stream of blood I had shed over the knife. At fury once again, It was me all along
Behold, I look into the knife,
I see my image, glistering beneath the stream of blood I had shed over the knife. At fury once again, It was me all along
“Teach us to number our days”
Said the old man of times past with a reason.
Length of time from birth to death –
Is it not a mark of ink?
For the measure of life in count of days
Is of no use when no substance is released. … More Count of Days- a Poem
To chase Him
To crave Him
To yearn for him
To seek his face … More The Pursuit of God
Oh, How soothing it is when we trust God.
Joy! Pure joy awaits us. … More Laying it Down
And on the third day,
On Easter Sunday,
The unusual happened,
The unmovable stone in front of his grave was removed. … More On Easter Sunday
They’d speak of:
Words of affirmation from person to person
Joy from achievements
Resignation from despondence
And Relief from the attainment of dreams. … More If Trees Could Speak
Dear light bearer,
Arise! Shine! The Glory of your God indeed is upon you! … More Light of the World
Create your dream and chase the good life you wish for.
Dreams do come through only if you believe. … More Broken Dreams
I fill the pot with water Half empty, Sat it on the hot stove Put a lid on it and waited for it to boil. I underestimated you, I thought you were going to evaporate After a while, but you kept boiling. You never stopped, you used the heat as energy, driving you into a … More Boiling- A Poem by Lorelie Joy