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Perched with pretzel legs Her favorite earthen cup by her side, She’s embraced by her lover’s sweater.
A gold beam grazes the top of the birch trees. Glitter dances its way across the water, To kiss the top of her head.
A slow, deep drum– A funeral dirge. No one has died; But everyone is gone.
Labrador’s tongue laps; An insatiable thirst. Crisp dollar bills hang on the breeze– Some fall and tumble, Rolling like distant applause
A teakettle fretting. A dumpling dropping into soup. Cotton sheets snap in the wind. A wooden rocker softly whimpers, Slow and steady– It’s joints aching.
I am repurposing life by taking experiences my sovereign God has allowed to pass through me and using them to give emotions a voice that might not be common or popular. My hope is to repurpose the negative into positive.
RANDOM | My thoughts and posts are random. My left side of my mind doesn't have enough time in the day to execute all that the right side dreams. Pardon the scattered thoughts. You might find some nuggets within the randomness. You might delight in the whimsey.
INTROVERTED I prefer the solitude of my home and quiet time. But we are most effective when we step outside our comfort zone. Writing affords me a voice that isn't always feasible when I try to speak aloud.
VISUAL LEARNER . I enjoy analogies, and hope you do too. They help me comprehend. Jesus used parables and it worked well for Him. I hope you're a visual learner too!
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