Source Greetings To You In The Name Our Lord Jesus Christ! Amen Today! I feel inspired to write this short Sunday Poetry. I hope you enjoy it but first i want to appreciate the Steemit Poetry Trail...

Whenever I come home tired, beat up, Wrung out by the trials of my day, Then I feel like I am an empty house, Long abandoned, with ghosts and memories. Then, I realize that the ghosts are mine; My past

The sun of my day is collapsing into embers; Shadows creep down the mountainside. I know that there is peace in the valley Below, so I will rest, enwrapped in That comforting blanket of Love. Shed the

Making a hard decision, isn’t easy. Overstating a simplistic statement, is. Hard decisions, once made, are liberating, Finding the struggle was always the problem. The decision, having been made, is now

Fear of death, for the most part, is a natural thing, one that helps in the Survival of our species. We do everything we can, at every step of our Journey to stave off death, to hold back the inevitable.

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You may feel like a failure, You may assume that all is lost. It sometimes looks so bleak, by Pains and doubts you are Wracked and tossed. The desert around you, may be all Blackened sands, but as long

A shroud of cold may drape the world, Chilling to the bone. Within the heart, lies love impearled, No winter will entomb. Give faith its due, patience rewards, Newness will ensue. Lift your voice, sing

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I would like to find a partner, with whom to share my life. They need not be much to look at, for in that, we’d be a pair. Someone who can light up a room with a smile, whose inner Spirit has such beauty,

I got up to hear the sounds of hard rain. Oh boy! My umbrella is in the old van. What joy! Rain, once pleasing, begins to cloy; Wondering, need I a new ploy? "Rainy Morning Rhyme" by Jerry E

•,¸,.•´ `•.,¸,• Rising sun, reflecting the rising hopes for the day. Peaceful seas gently lapping at the Cliff side, Remain restless still. Rocks of the seawall, Crumble with time; life clings resolute.

“I am just one man, how much difference can I make?” [Rain falling on the cobblestone street] “It is too hard to change my way of life; it won’t help, Why bother?” [Reflections dissolving into fractals

••.•´•.••Pastel Couplets••.•´•.•• Pastel colors of morning hue, Rosy pink and powder blue; One lonely cloud may shadows cast, But hope wins out, the dark won’t last. With these couplets of wording rhyme,

The heart of the matter, all wrapped in layers of soft, Enfolding mystery, is the warm and creamy feeling Of belonging, of being a part of something bigger. Searching deep within, and you can always find

The heart, both the physical and emotional, is a very Fragile thing. One casual word, innocently spoken, But mistakenly understood, can open deep and Enduring wounds in our emotional hearts, yet Forgiveness

Intricate and interwoven, the web Of life remains, quite interdependent. Inclusive yet unique; it doesn’t ebb. Wonders of creation are resplendent. We should never try to separate ourselves from the Wholeness

Here is a gentle reminder my friends, No matter how you stand on the science, With the number of humans and our trends, We have the fate of the Earth in our hands. We can continue to squander and waste,

I find myself close to tears, as I greet the day. Sometimes it seems, That it has always been this way. My mental state, My grasp of my emotions, has always Been Fragile at best, and now At times, I can’t

What beauty abounds, so many varied hues, No artist can claim those many colors used. Subtly changing colors rise to radiant blues, Founded and framed below by an earthen view. This sight is there for