A Haiku poem
This is reality. This is a season where my husband is going through some serious physical problems. I’m praying for him, He’s believing for a Miracle so I’ll believe with him no matter what it looks like in the natural. Amen.
Even before He made mankind, The light of day was on his mind. He made the darkness move away, He spoke, and made a perfect day Oh what a wonderful gift to wake,
There was so much mystery in the a… then all of a sudden nobody was th… I really didn’t have a clue, About what my family was planning… When the day came we got in the ca…
Everyone has pain, no one is exclu… every single soul, everyone’s encl… Why does life bring pain? Why must we hurt this way? Like a dagger in the soul,
Just a little bird singing this mo… What a beautiful, peaceful sound. Sooo, peaceful is the morning, Ahhh, just quietness all around. Just a little bird singing this mo…
She waits, and when the music starts to play, she dances. She moves in a very artistic way, she dances. The beauty just unfolds, as we sit
Yes Life’s memories come so quickly to our minds Like a pictures flash moments suddenly unwind In a certain breeze
They knew each other from a very y… very close friends from early chil… Life for these two was page after… playing together whenever they cou… Well as they grew older it was qui…
Growing tall and sleek, smart and talented, but meek, That’s my Asia girl. I have seen her climb, working hard so many times,
The subjective one says ok, I’ll go along with you today. The Objective one says oh no, I don’t think I want to go. Sometimes objectiveness is not goo…
Now I sit me down to rest, I pray the Lord my soul to bless, I won’t be anxious at all today, but rather take the time to pray. I will not worry, I will not stre…
I still hear her voice, Calling me her Turtle Dove. My sweet Anita. We were childhood friends, who were knit in tender love
He rode into Jerusalem, to finally get His due. Riding upon a donkey, like any other a Jew. Such a humble servant,
These hands have aged with time, my goodness how time has passed. This to me is another sign, to cherish the moments that last. I’ll let go of my yesterdays,
The viola makes a beautiful sound, Quite beautiful, and quite profoun… This is what my granddaughter woul… As she sits down and begins to pla… She has to practice quite a bit,
Happily ever after, Is what our Joe would say. If he could relay this message, to us on Earth today. Happily ever after,