Lucidity is lost, fading with memories of better times. She is a fragment of who she was – a vibrant girl she used to know, stolen by unexpected grief. Simple plans have vanished. She blinks as nothing comes to mind, but her uninvited reality of darkness. ©Raelyn Pracht 2020
Spring blooms quietly, nearly unnoticed – until floral hues announce their presence. Romance blossoms below the vanilla pink petals, embracing itself in the faint scent of resurrection. I am going to go back to trying “Friday Firsts” where I will put the first paragraph, stanza, line, or even chapter of what I am working onContinue reading “CHERRY BLOSSOMS (A Friday First)”
I just love this section of his poem. It speaks of the season brilliantly! There is a beautiful spirit breathing nowIts mellow richness on the clustered trees,And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,Pouring new glory on the autumn woods,And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.
I wait. With eagerness and expectation, I wait for the Lord. I trust in His enduring Word – In it alone I put my hope. My soul waits. My whole being waits. His help is coming. I wait. I watch. He will rescue me.
Sometimes I just enjoy writing poetry
She laughs and it makes my soul sings. The sound, forgotten and lost in her darkness, has finally found its way back. I welcome it gratefully with open arms. I close my eyes and suddenly, it’s the only sound I hear. I record the sound in my memory. I don’t want this music to end,-Continue reading “She Laughs and my Soul Sings”
Reconnect and restore. Reconnect with the relationship you were built for. Reconnect with His Word. Reconnect with your inner self. Reconnect with times before. Reconnect and restore.