The Queen’s Journey

brown-woman from bridesHer skin was bathed in frankincense and myrrh, the dark one

clothed in layers of gold linen, descending

from the mountains of Cush, having conquered dozens

of nations, and the hearts of men

she was never faint

for love, and yet

his voice seemed to call to her,

his wisdom

would he accept her anointing?

As they approached the Great City

where he flowed like rivers

she knew, before their eyes ever met

they would conquer

each other.


Note: This is speaks of King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba

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Our Nation


Regardless of your affiliation, regardless of where you live in our world, please pray for our nation. We are at a critical point in our history.

I like what Governor John Kasich has said recently. He is a Republican that did not support Donald Trump, but he said this not a time for gloating. It’s not a time for saying, “I told you so.”

It is all very serious, and many of us are tempted to run this administration into the ground with our words. But may the facts be known, and may the correct action be taken.

Thank you for your prayers, and positive thoughts. Amen.


Note: I don’t usually post twice, this close together in the same day, but I was having difficulty with the internet today.


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In an Earlier Time


In an earlier time, America was covered with forests, except for the Great Plains

and swamplands of Florida. People grew their own food, with nuts

and berries, and some corn, and as they loved each other, loved

their communities, taking care of each other, they were able

to spread their wings, taking in the Creator breathing,

and they were encouraged by the sun. It was

a beautiful time really,

simply beautiful.


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The Transformation of Iron


It took artists transforming the material once used for shackles and prisons,

to turn it into something beautiful, strong and yet

redeemed into art. Perhaps we can

truly take the everyday

and pieces of

our history

to create

beauty from ashes.


Art is redemption…. at work.


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Our Ancient History


When all we have, are our hearts and our pens, eagles are born

warriors are resurrected, and love rules our world

with a scepter from heaven, words

creating our humanity.


And our motivation flows from a clean river, hearts

on fire, so that armies of destruction are halted

never able to break into

our dimension. And hate slowly

becomes part

of our unfortunate

ancient history.


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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Rise and Fall


Ever since the beginning of time the earth has been marred

by our presence, as if we had no common sense

we rise and fall, civilizations come and go

our only hope is to respect the earth

and to love each other

as intended.


And perhaps along the way we could write

another poem, or paint one more



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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”