The Grace View


Barely credible

Incongruous “masterpiece”

I’m a mess/God’s view

Every person He fashions

Love’s work of art, seen through Grace

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Fumbled Overture


Fumbled overture

Some days, best to keep lips zipped

Falling on face, knees

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Unsounded Depth (#writephoto)

Thursday photo prompt: Beneath #writephoto

Beneath stilled surface

False reflection, placid heart

What furies, chaos

Battle within unseen realm

Grueling season, soul’s unrest…

Yet unsounded depth

May reveal new hope in time

Faith sits on bank, waits

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Caution: Seasonal Sensitivity

In Other Words, seasonal…

Image: Rene’s Hedgehog Pillow

‘Tis season to mask

Crankiness, disguise with grace

Wear joy cautiously

Hope stretched, faith stressed…safety pinned

Mend unraveled gratitude

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Savage Coterie


Family coterie

Crueler than any other

Soft underbelly’s

Well known to them, their teeth tear

Deep, chew heart’s tenderest flesh

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The Meeting Place

What do you See? Dec/11/2018

It’s where we meet every Christmas season

Regardless of weather or circumstances

No matter what…our gift to each other.

We met on the bus, struck up friendship

We were young, and neither had a phone

But that red telephone booth made for

A can’t-miss meeting place.

When you moved away we wrote letters

Through time and tides, our holiday visit

Was something grand to look forward to…

When your parents passed away, then your wife…

When I got divorced…and couldn’t keep a job.

You became a huge success, yet you call me

Your champion…a loyal friend is priceless.

It’s snowing like crazy this year, hope you’ll

Make it—I’ve baked your favorites… Inside the

Red phone booth, I move chilly feet, waiting.

A luxury car pulls up…you, hurrying toward me.

A hug, kisses on cheeks, and you grab my bag of

Goodies in one hand, my arm in the other, usher

Me to warmth of your new sedan.

At the pizza shop, you extend shiny-wrapped box

I open it, laugh with joy, “Perfect, a telephone!”

Not just a phone, you tell me, it has all the latest

Tech-y upgrades… “I’ll never learn”, I say, blushing.

“Instructions are on the back”…you wear a shy smile.

Turning it over, I read note:  “They’re taking out the

Quaint telephone booths, including our meeting spot…

But I have a plan—Will You Marry Me?”

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