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Tennessee Great Grandmother: past Primary GradesTeacher, past Associate Director of Religious Education for Chaplains' Division on Military Post, past consultant on the Myers/Briggs Type Indicator, currently Administrative Assistant / Bookkeeper for Architect

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Faith: 2 of 277
My Good Friday God What kind of God are you, dying like that? I want a real God, a fix it God, not one that gets himself crucified. You're just as helpless as the rest of us. Here we are dying together. What a weird way to save a world! Such sorrow pierced your mother. Yet, she didn't run away. She stayed there suffering... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Inspirational: 1 of 55
"Oh, God. Not again please," I whispered, as I coaxed medicine into my feverish son. While I was fixing him juice, the telephone rang until I finally answered it. "Eileen," a neighbor said, "you need to get over there to my granny's old home place and get yourself some of those daffodils. They're just coming up. If you plant... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Doctrine & Issues Christian understanding of suffering: 2 of 104
Mary Magdalene: Witness to Grace in Suffering I identify with Mary, partly because I am a woman who has suffered from my own demons, but mostly because almost 40 years ago, I heard the Lord call my name and I began to recognize him in my own ordinary life, even in the darkness before dawn. So, I am grateful for a chance to... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Walking with God: 5 of 221
THE SPIRIT At first, it seemed as if God walked through the garden of my life on velvet kitten paws, gifting me with fleet impression of brushing, soft caress and leaving feather light prints in the tender earth of my spirit. But, in later times, God climbed the granite mountain of my will us... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Little things: 3 of 127
Ode to a Crawdad Oh, what suspense you bring, turning a rock bottomed creek into a crawdad shell game. It's a speed race for grandsons and a gray haired grandma. You make a dash for a big red rock. And I think I hear you snicker as splashing ankle deep I yell, Scoop him up! Move quicker. An hour later I'm completely w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Breathing: 8 of 147
THE CITY OF GOD Once, in a dream I found myself in a coat nothing else. I had no money, credit cards or credentials, nor a single clue to my financial status. I had no memory of friends or family, if I was loved by many or by anyone at all. I didn't even know my name. I was standing alone at th... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short Stories: Fables: 4 of 62
Fox and Rabbit Fox was lanky and laid-back with a hands-in-pockets sort of slouch that somehow suggested penny loafers. Mostly his narrow eyes would sparkle humorous blue, only occasionally lapsing into fanged grey. But when they did, it was easy to imagine a helpless quarry transfixed by that piercing glance;... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Winter: 13 of 193
WINTER The measured tones of winter are seasoning the light that wakes a sky with layered streaks of grey just faintly edged with whispers of forgotten blue like ancient streams that long since lost their way. Through grey of trees and frame of snowy white sleeps faded green in winter's silver lake. On wooded ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Free: 5 of 67
MY MOTHER'S HOUSE My mother's house once imprisoned me, a conformity of ordered elegance freezing creativity. A fine facade cut from House Beautiful denied reality its power to transform my house into a home. New and hard won freedom from picture perfect has made my mother's house the servant rather than the ma... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Miserable: 3 of 38
THE WALLS OF SELF More than walls of brick or thorn our walls of silent words unborn still keep us from becoming one. Our walls of pride leave us remote as if we wore a buttoned coat of stubborn selfishness. Til, shamed by loss of heart we seek God's grace to start to risk ourselves once more, to heal... More..