Poem: My Idle Words

I try hard not to be that, One slip of the tongue, I become it. Thoughtlessly I spoke, About a situation, I don’t really know. It opens up doors, Speculations of the heart, Unwarranted, unnecessary. I’m a contributor, In producing animosity, That destroys peace. I repent where I’ve ruined, My example before men, By my…

Poem: Arrogance Lurks

You think you got it all together, With all your “perfect” works; Tithing and fasting you brag, In your heart arrogance lurks. Don’t point the finger as if, You have no guilt of your own; Putting down that tax collector, You’re true colors you have shone. Look to him who barely lifts, His eyes as…

She Got It

She was the one. The only one that understood the magnitude of my struggles. The depth of pain it caused to the extent of hope it drew out. She was my sweet sister, mother in the faith, and inspiring friend — Deb. Deb related to me on a level that no one else had. Being…

Poem: Money Management

A rich master entrusted his money, To a manager who squandered; Confronted the manager acted, On a plan that he pondered. He needed protection, From being put to shame, So he keenly made deals, Indebted to him people became. The master was pleased, At the shrewdness of this man; His threats had lit a fire,…

A Beautiful Goodbye

As they rolled her out from therapy where we were sitting in the waiting area, tears welled up in my eyes. My daughter started a light quiet sob and I could read the sadness on my son’s face. Our beloved Mamaw gazed off into the distance as if she wasn’t there in her mind; so…

Pointing the Finger

It feels good to point the finger doesn’t it? To look at other human beings and their ill circumstances and think they must be bad people to have suffered some bad fate while we beat our chest in comparison thinking we are so good.