Tilling Of The Heart

In Response To:

Word Of The Day Challenge – Tenderness

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #114 – Every Wednesday I post a photo.  You respond with something CREATIVE.

Like the ground frozen over

in the midst of the bitter cold

so can the heart become also

filled with unnourished dead weeds

leaving the heart in a comatose state

yet when a seed of tenderness is

sown into an unhealed heart it

shall melt the bitter cold

creating abundantly fertile soil

that sprouts new hope filled life

flowing with eternal springs of 

Living Waters!

~ * ~

Beyond The Human Eye

In Response To:

Sue Vincent’s Weekly Thursday Photo Prompt – Keep #writephoto – Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, as long as it is fairly family-friendly.

A castle’s remnant

stands lone in the distance

having survived 

years of weathering

yet still maintains

its original, unique beauty

with which it was made

a beauty that will never fade

through the eyes of the cross…

a love that sees beauty 

in weathered flaws 

beyond the human eye.

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#writephoto

 

Sacred Bare Beauty

In Response To:

Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt – Fume #writephoto – Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, as long as it is fairly family-friendly.

even in dark of night

Bare Beauty

can be seen through

the Light

of Holy smoke

illuminating

what is Sacred

~ * ~

#writephoto

 

Free Will

In Response To:

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #60 – Every Wednesday I post a photo.  You respond with something CREATIVE.

Behind the steel bars

is a tunnel that leads to

a prison of lost dreams,

deferred hope, abandoned faith

endless wandering through

mazes that can only be felt

for in this there is no sight…

until weariness meets humility

and the soul’s patina becomes 

new again unlocking the bars

setting free what was once

drowning in the sewage of despair.

Life can begin again at any time,

any moment of the day, by choice.

~ * ~

The Organized Chaos Of The Human Mind

Bikurgurl 100 Word Wednesday: Week 79

What 100 words would you give this image below?

Image by Bikurgurl

The organized chaos of
the human mind
every memory exactly
in the place it is supposed to be
yet cannot be attained to
remember the colors of
times past dreams,
disappointments and joys
love given, love taken, love lost
never to be returned again…

Some memories are to
be learned from instead
of forgotten and some
will bring the sweetest joys
born of bitter sorrows and
some are only healed through
the passing of many seasons…

Some memories are left unrevealed
until we are ready to see truth
but through it all each memory
shall come in its due moment.