“And above all things have fervent love toward others; for love shall cover the multitude of sins.” (I Peter 4:8)

We live in a hurting world that is running fast to war and destruction. Most of us, and maybe all of us, know there has to be a way to stem the tide, lay hold of goodness, and make the center hold. Some try to push away the fear of what is happening to our world by ignoring the pain we are in. We build homes and businesses, and then surround them with fences and alarms to keep the world at bay. But for most of us, the realization dawns that the only way to stem the tide of pain and destruction is not insulation or isolation, but by doing whatever we can to stop the pain and destruction for our family, friends, and neighbors. If we will take the…

Let me out

of my four-legged pen

and have my eyes

come out to play–––

I’m sick of all these “rules”

and “expectations.”

Fear?

A chamber only dark

horses go away to,

don’t seem to like it

yet they rest on anyway

in their own gloom.

Closed doors define

so don’t let me get away;

I am capable of freedom

I understand my mind

has crevices I do not know

and still others I do

but am unwilling to explore.

Pass up the world’s grandeur

and pure energy

for a kiss and a light beer?

One day we shall come out

of the dark,

stammering like stallions

embracing the golden swell

we know forever well,

to be light.

September 15, 2014

photo by Jeanne Marie/art by MichelleMarie

Pink Friend Morgan~We love you sweet friend! Loads of prayers and hugs to you sweet one! ❤

My love is like the rose of Sharon and the lily,
Abloom among brambles,
So is my love among the daughters.
As the apple tree thrives in the wood,
So is my love among the sons.
I sit among them with great delight.
The flowers open on the earth;
The birds sing, and even the voice of the turtledove
Is heard in our land.
The winter is past, and the rain has gone.
O my dove, hiding in the clefts of the rock,
In the secret places of the cliffs,
Let me see your face,
Let me hear your voice;
For sweet is your voice.
— Paraphrased from Chapter 2, Song of Solomon (KJV and ESV)

To a friend whose inner beauty
Casts a radiance that warms us all,
And who finds peace and joy in this world
Despite her underlying sadness.
Even as your spirit grieves,
May you be showered with love.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This is dedicated to