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!

Measure Up

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1. I know a guy in a cowboy hat.
Now who can measure up to that?
He’s tall and handsome, funny too.
No worries though. He isn’t you!

2. The women on the morning show
Have everything and shout it so.
But maybe that is not for me,
And I can live in grateful peace!

3. For different people, different things,
Other drums and bells that ring.
Just hear your song and sing it out.
That’s what you measure up about!
Refrain: (Twice)

You measure up to be your best.
Now play to live, and leave the rest!

God gives you measure, sets your time,
And writes out your life so you can find
You measure up to be your best.
Now play to live, and leave the rest!


What You Write in Your Song

Tune In!

Tune up and Fanfare: Playing Life in Tune

Breaking Free

I cannot function in the world today.
Life’s keeping all my feelings bottled up.
If I surrender, hell is what I’ll pay.

My mind is full of many words to say.
How well I know the pressure building up.
I cannot function in the world today.

My heart insists it feels a better way.
And deep within my soul is burning up.
If I surrender, hell is what I’ll pay.

The darkest night is taking me away
And forcing me to see the wounds show up.
I cannot function in the world today.

There’s freedom at the breaking of the day,
But one persistent thought I can’t give up:
If I surrender, hell is what I’ll pay.

Yet older than the mind, my Spirit wakes!
And I pour out this stale and empty cup…
I cannot function in the world today;
If I surrender, hell is what I’ll pay.

A villanelle for day 21 of NaPoWriMo.


Breaking Point

Lenten Mischief

The Gift of Words

I gave you my words.
It felt like nothing,
free for the taking,
willingly given,
no sacrifice required.

But you received them
like the parched gulp water,
and the hungry devour a crumb,
and like the lost who find direction.

My humble words,
so naturally shared,
with no expectation
except to cheer…

And cheer they did!
You were lifted
by a Spirit not my own,
but everyone’s,
and all by a few simple words!

I had the privilege of singing at a senior home today. I was nervous! Most of the residents didn’t know me, and because I’m a singer/songwriter, they didn’t know the songs either. But I received at least as much from them as they did from me. Minds were opened, spirits were lifted, hearts were blessed, and bodies forgot their pain–at least for a while. What more can we ask than to be a blessing to each other?

Written for NaPoWriMo day 20 and shared at
dVerse OpenLinkNight #194.

I have outgrown many things…



“I have outgrown many things…
I have outgrown relatives who gladly offer criticism but not support.
I have outgrown my need to meet my family’s unrealistic expectations of me.
I have outgrown shrinking myself for people who are intimidated by my intelligence and outspoken nature.

I have outgrown friends and family who cannot celebrate my accomplishments. I have outgrown people who conveniently disappear whenever life gets a little dark.
I have outgrown those who take pleasure in gossiping and spreading negativity.
I have outgrown dull, meaningless conversations that feel forced.
I have outgrown those who don’t take a stand against ignorance and injustice.
I have outgrown trying to please everyone.

I have outgrown society constantly telling me I’m not beautiful, smart, or worthy enough.
I have outgrown trying to fix every little flaw.
I have outgrown my tendency to fill my mind with self-doubt and insecurity.
I have outgrown trying…

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What I’m Doing

Just catching up on some reading
where folks tell what it’s like
to be in their shoes.
It seems I’ve worn some of those shoes.

Just listening to a song
that came from someone’s heart,
touched by another.
It seems I’ve felt that touch.

Just enjoying the breeze
sent to cheer the day
and lift the birds to new heights.
It seems I’ve flown that high before.

Just catching up
on the life you’ve given me
to remind me of the beauty
I don’t seem to remember enough.

And just saying thank you!

Written for NaPoWriMo day 19.


Only a Whisper Will Do

Thank God