Ode to Salad

Hear, oh salad, my deep appreciation

for that humongous aid you give to my digestion.

For the health and the crunch

And the hard food to munch

And I am writing to convey my oblation.

However, one thing I noticed and must share

For although I try to shrink my underwear

It is clear to me

That you are what to eat

When I want to trick my digestion into thinking I have eaten. ❤

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Ode to Health!

How amazing to be healthy, the body again strong.

God’s healing is a smile and a blessing and a song.

Ode to health and wellness in this body of mine,

To not be devastated by congestion, pain and tired.

So thank you, God, for good health, all good comes from You.

And may I never take for granted, my body was made for You.❤

Teenage Struggle/I am Bible

As tears flow generously down the afore stained cheek, he mourns.

For loss of complete family and years of criticism, he breaks.

For neglect and demands and no free space, he wishes more.

While seeking meaning and purpose, he is scoffed.

In deep hormonal imbalance of teen season, he is insecure.

For him, I write love. I write courage. I write understanding. I write meaning. I write purpose. I write eternal security. I write truth. I am his Bible.❤

I Write Forgiveness

I write the word with a gleem in my eye

I write the word my heart just cried

I stand and cheer for surrender of wrongs

I hold no ill will though the wrongs seemed long.

I write the word that frees my heart

And draws me close to Jesus’ heart.

I write the world that sets me free 

And allows God to forgive me.

I write “forgiveness”.

Then forgiveness rewrites me.❤

Still Learning

I am still on a journey, still humbly teachable

I walk or run as need demands

I am still on this journey with those I love

Those who remain are purposeful.

I still journey on, no matter the weather

It all has a purpose.

On my journey, no matter the hostile environment

Faith reminds me God walks beside.

I am still on a journey of epic proportions

To heaven one day and here now.❤

Woe to the Person Who Makes Us Cry

Woe to the person who makes us cry

For they will cry in the end

Woe to the person who hurts our soul

It one day will never hurt again

But theirs will be scorched with brimstone fire

And forgiveness will be asked too late

So I puty those who make us cry

And forgive them and beg they repent.❤

To Be Everything

To be everything to a man

Then be nothing,

Knowing now someone else is everything to him,

Feeling the sting of knowing him

Better than anyone

Then being discarded,

To love deeper than anyone

Then be hated by the beloved,

This pain is unfathomable.

This pain should be illegal.

This pain keeps biting after the snake is dead.

The pain is deep.

Never do this to anyone.

Never provide this pain.

Take care who you choose to love.

Take care whose love you accept.

Take care of love while you have it.❤