Tag: poetry
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The Gift of Stillness: How to Love God Best
The hardest thing to do when there’s time to kill is take in the moment, to pause and be still. . The hardest thing to do when your life is a mess is to just sit in silence, to simply do less. . To leave it it God is the hardest thing to do, but…
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The Gift of Grief: If Blue Were a Person
I can’t cry any more tears, but I want to heal. So I’ll sit in this chair and paint what I feel. . If blue were a person, she’d be both soft and bold. She’d be beautiful forever even when she grew old. . She’d wear surrender and peace, covered head to toe. The arms…
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The Gift of Letting Go: If Pink Were a Person
Taking in this moment, not a soul, not a sound, just these pretty pink flowers lying on the ground. . If pink were a person, she’d be careless and free. She’d rejoice in her trials because they shape you and me. . She’d wear joy and gratitude like jewels around her neck. She’d keep praising…
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The Gift of Two Dozen
I decided to order a piece of Cobaltoan Calcite and a chunk of Rose Quartz to commemorate this era of my life, to celebrate my first two books—“The Gift of a Dozen Reasons” and “The Gift of a Dozen More”. To me, the bright pink color symbolizes joy. This is why I chose bright pink…
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The Gift of a Dozen More
I walked outside and saw the sun shining once again. It reminded me of all the joy you gave to me back then. . I saw two blue jays fly above me, and then I thought of you. Because the birds flew just like angels, and your eyes were the color blue. . The tree…
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The Gift of Another Pink Christmas
I’m excited to announce that I published a sequel to my children’s book, “The Gift of a Dozen Reasons” called “The Gift of a Dozen More”, and it’s now available on Amazon in paperback and ebook! A special thanks to Urusa (graphic_tones) on Fiverr; she did an amazing job on my illustrations once again! The…
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The Gift of God’s Secret Garden
I know a place inside my soul with every flower in bloom. It’s filled with joy, vibrant colors, and the scent of sweet perfume. . The waters are plenty, crystal clear, and flowing. The sky displays the purest blues, the golden sun forever glowing. . The birds all sing a lovely tune, and angels gather…
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The Gift of a Proud Mother
I genuinely believe for most of us, our deepest desire is to make our parents proud. From a young age, it’s what we all long to hear, isn’t it? “I am proud of you.” When we mess up enough times, we begin to feel as if that just isn’t possible anymore. So, we tell ourselves…
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The Gift of a Dozen Reasons
I walked outside and saw the sun shining big and bright. I felt it’s warm rays on my skin, and everything was right. . I heard the song of a blue jay from high up in a tree. I saw it get up and fly away and felt grateful I too was free. . I…
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