Grace is calling me home
Love is calling me home
Peace is calling me home
Why wrestle, why fight?
When you have tried
this all your life
Surrender and you just might
Find home
I went outside and saw my wildflowers swaying and the birds were singing so I made a little video with my iPhone. Thought you might like to listen.
2019 Arkansas River flood has made the records books for the highest river levels ever. By Wednesday the River is expected to crest at 42′. The Army Corp of Engineers has been releasing at full capacity since the rains started. Flooding is rampant along the bordering river towns.
Below are some photos I took standing on Riverside walking trails in Tulsa, that are today gone due to errosion from the rushing waters.
I thought it would be better to get a closer look riding a scooter, so I did. I left after seeing the mighty Arkansas River overtake a playground area.
On my way home I stopped by the Verdigris River, which feeds into the Arkansas River, this river is by my home and I’m thankful I’m living on high ground.
The scariest part for me is that my mom and sister live in Arkansas in Van Buren. The city is surrounded by water. Fortunately they both live on higher ground like me. 🙏🏼💜
And So….Tell me something little wildflower
I have lived like a garden rose
It is the only life I know
I felt the touch of tending hands
I made my peace of which I stand
but…
I long to see her dancing
right in front of me.
I watched her last night swaying softly
and I heard the gentle breeze…
whisper something like little wildflower….
hum hum hummmmmmhummmm
And when…
the storm clouds moved away
and the sting of the barbed memories
began to fade
Her heart, it sang a new sweet sweet song!
MichelleMarie
I love when flower pot friends show up & surprise me. 🧡 Happy Wednesday 🧡
Dark is her sky sometimes
I watch her clatter around
In the castle with round walls
She makes not a sound
How I wish, oh I wish
For a little magic somewhere
Then flown through her window
A Midnight Butterfly
so rare
The moon it was blue
It glistened the sky
Midnight Butterfly kissed her
Right on the eye
From that day on she saw
Nothing but gladness
Rainbows and sunshine
Midnight Butterflies
are magical that way
Oh how I wish…I miss her sometimes, no…Always 🦋
Stars like rain
Roads like fences
makes no sense
Since roads lead
yet these seem to hem
lengthen and strengthen
the distance between
Stars like rain
Road like fences
Maybe it’s me
I think
~ღ~~ღ~~ღ~~ღ~~ღ~~ღ~~ღ~
I see the other side of You… …like Heart Surveillance
Tell Me About It 
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