encouragement

Saturdays Words

todays a new day

time to play with words

and dreams..

time for laughter

time to sing..

time to reach out and say hello

maybe to someone that you don’t know..

life is full of possibilities..

hope is constant and always there..

time to not be a fence sitter

time to not give up

time to not be a quitter..

grandma poet

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Culprit

you make me stumble

you make me fall

i have finally realized

that i can’t eat you all..

i’m stopping what’s destructive

cause you give me no peace..

i’m loosening my grip

it’s time to release…

goodbye frito bandito

r gould

free write friday

There is Good

I wrote the following after reading some content on my phone, in regards to animal abuse. From that my mind wondered to other kinds of abuse in our world. But prior to all of that, the word good was stuck in my mind. Then my daily reading for today mentioned the word goodness, saying to always look for goodness and mercy.. Here is what followed.

look and you will find, that there is good, there is good all of the time-there are good people who live every day, who do good-and if you watch, and hear what they say- and see how they give and not take away- but willing to help those in need-not swollen with pride, or tempted with greed-not rebellious at heart, but live life to care-so never think that goodness is never there-for the truth is that good exists, and is around- but is often not noticed and is very quiet in sound…

thoughts

Just Maybe

just maybe, there was something i missed

as a child, caught between happy moments

and sometimes being scared

just maybe, i longed for someone

to take notice, and to interact with me

and not be so busy

maybe, the early years

 would have been different

just maybe..

                                                                                                                        r gould

 

 

 

free write friday

Washed

that cold sharp tone

makes my bones shiver

i know now

that a heart is changed

when one recognizes

that self

does not have

all of the answers

in humility

traipsing

to

the

alter

to

lay

it

all

out

that

we be

washed

from the

filth

 of sin..

God help us

 

We are all infected and impure with sin. When we display our righteous deeds, they are nothing but filthy rags. Like autumn leaves, we wither and fall, and our sins sweep us away like the wind..

Isaiah 64:6

 

poetry

Free Write Friday

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heaven on earth

takes my breath away

a fleeting moment

on this summer day..

heaven on earth

comes and goes

like the seasons

natures picture shows..

heaven on earth

far and near

and in those moments

i hold dear..

                                                                                                  r gould

poem

Friends in High Places

in the simple life I live, some days that is

i explore and look around

last week they caught my eye

and this is what i found..

small enough

to nestle in a flower

and sit contently for hours

maybe it was peering eyes of the intruder

that gave reason for hesitation

to leave it’s place of safety

on the high place

of a hollyhock plant…

r gould

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