Fleeting and yet now
so anchored in my being,
my memory of you
prods and pokes me
out of my complacency
into making promises
I must keep,
want to keep.
I remember the time when you and me
strawberries in June
birdsong followed by a soft dawn.
Psalm 139:23–24 NKJV; Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me, and know my anxieties; and see if there is any wicked…
“Speak, young sparrow, speak."
He was calling all shepherds to the table."Please, nowbring your mobile devicesto a sudden halt,the theatre has blossomedinto a chamomile popsicle & a wonderful regret."
Last night , I had a discussion with my husband about black magic . He said black magic and supernatural power both are one or the same thing.