People care
I don’t even know they’re there!

Many races
Many faces
Opening their hearts to share!

I am heard
Through my words
Making friends beyond compare!

Friends who see
Inside of me
Nearing, cheering me to dare!

Love and peace
Unknown answer to my prayer!

People care
I give thanks for all they share!

For NaPoWriMo day 27, my response to Paul’s first prompt at
Welcome, Paul!


“You’re an accident waiting to happen!”
“And your bubble’s about to be burst!”
But your own point of view
Doesn’t have to be skewed
By your “friends?” who are thinking the worst!

A little truth in humor for day 26 of NaPoWriMo. This is not a
but takes a similar tone and rhythm.

Once you move the “but” everything else will follow.



“I was thinking about it, but…
I was going to but…
I wish I could but…
These are the excuses we give for sitting on our butts.
There are no “buts” so big they cannot be moved. Once you move the “but” everything else will follow.”

~ Iyanla Vanzant

Text & image credit: Iyanla Vanzant

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I put your number in my phone just yesterday,
Not knowing I would be so grateful having it today.

I took a different way than every other time,
A crisis made a blessing by a covering divine.

God gives and takes away, a gift in either case.
His Spirit comes in many forms and in the darkest place.

I sit in wonder at the work of loving hands
And thank the God who keeps me safe and living for His plans!

This 25th day of NaPoWriMo I’m grateful to be writing, walking, thinking, living! I was reminded today that God works in mysterious ways. Mysterious for sure, but God is at work nonetheless. For this we give thanks!


What I’m Doing

No Q

An untrue Quadrille (Q/Q44) for
44 words here, one of which must be “still” or a variation.

There’s ne’er a Q for you today.
The poems have gone home.
They cannot stand to grace this place;
they ramble and they roam.
They sat upon the suitcase
with rhyme and rhythm filled,
my every wand’ring word replaced
with thoughts that never still!

Breaking Cups

I wanted love to fill my empty cup.
But little did I know the cup was poor.
When love came brimming over, how it broke.

As all my old beliefs and feelings broke,
A brighter Spirit formed a better cup.
And now I see myself no longer poor.

A great desire shows us we are poor,
A hope, a dream, a chance, a cycle broke,
When we accept the willing, filling cup.

Each cup so poor is broke to make us whole.

It’s day 24 of NaPoWriMo. This poem is a

Unspoken Trust

You asked me for a speech I couldn’t give,
For wisdom unprepared to help you live.
And logic can’t explain the reason why,
My feelings too inadequate to try.

I’m sure that if I spoke, you would have heard
And understood the message in each word.
But expectations weigh upon my mind,
And I have fallen short so many times.

A hungry, rabid monster presses close
To bite me where it hurts–and hurts the most.
She takes a juicy chunk of self-esteem,
And I am left unloved, unheard, unseen.

I hope that you will never ask again.
I try to save my ego from the pain.
But I know life and how the living goes;
We take on monsters face-to-face and grow!

And still I fear the day you’ll have me speak,
For even now I feel exposed and weak.
But take my raw emotions if you must,
And I will share in perfect love and trust.

NaPoWriMo day 23. Do you fear public speaking? Most people do. I don’t, but being asked to speak (or sing or do anything) when I feel unprepared–that is my worst nightmare!