Conversation with my Lord

I came across my journal that I started in 2008 when I was transitioning to where I now live and began to read it. I came across a conversation I had with the Lord when I was frustrated bordering hopelessness. Out of the darkness he broke me through with his ray of light.


Where do I go from here

I’ve seemed to have lost my way

The path that was once clear

Has simply blown away

Will there come a day

When I can truly say

I’m on my way again.

The Lord

I know the way seems dark and dim

I know you’ve seem to have lost your way

But my light’s still shining brightly on the path

Your destination is still in tack

I’m making a way that no man can do

I’m preparing everything just right for you

I haven’t forgotten you!

He indeed had everything prepared for me from leaving my family, my job and selling my house and embarking on a journey

to an unknown place. I’m forever grateful to where he’s brought me to.



There was a knock at the door and I went to see

Who was the unexpected visitor here to see me

There stood a person near and dear to my heart

I hadn’t seen in the years we’d been apart

He’d changed a bit but not too much

The twinkle in his eyes–dimple in his chin

Drew me as it did back then

More than that was the place in my heart

Where coveted memories will never depart

We visited a while. I laughed and giggled as a child

The past became the present for only a short time

Oh how wonderful to be young again

Not in body, surely in mind

He still took my breath away

As he did the very day

I first laid eyes on him

When I thought He’d never look my way

I was grateful for answered prayers–to know he was doing fine

My smile lingered as I slowly shut the door

A sense of calm covered me when I realized

I might never see him again until we meet in eternity

















I’ve looked and looked

But could not find

A passion that

I could call mine

Looked high and low

Everywhere I go

To find a passion

That’s a perfect fit


Kiki’s Me



I may have weave in my hair
And swing it like I just don’t care
But that does not define me
I am more than what you can see
Though I paid for it, I do have hair

I look in the mirror and admire me
My heart is pure
To the Nth degree
I’m really more than you can see
The outward trappings don’t capture me


E is

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fearful Symmetry.”

Ease into the day

Expecting what comes your way

Excited about life’s twists and turns

Exalt the one whose breath you breathe

Ecstatic when he blows the breeze

Enduring until he knows you see


NaPoWriMo 2015 – the Clerihew

This poem is my take on the Day Twenty-Five prompt – the Clerihew

Mis Margot
There’s a target
Where could it be
In back or front of me


NaPoWriMo 2015 – Breeze

Warm breeze bending and bowing the trees

Wind slipping through the young new leaves

No loud whistling only a slight sound

The soul of the wind letting you know

It’s making a sound

Recognize I’m here even if you can’t see

I’ll come separately in many different forms

I’ll surprise you appearing all in one

Today I’m here as one

To calm you down and have some fun

Bend with me – The Breeze