Share Fresh Strawberries By Vernie Lynn DeMille Strawberries, fresh, are a kiss from the garden. The shape alone Molds your mouth into a kiss to return the sweetness. A Str...Read More
Something in the words that speak From blossom, bud, and dusty fruit Between the sky and dampened earth, Creations be of the Creator’s seed, They sing the story of ourselves, Storytellers from our v...Read More
I breathe in, breathe out. The wind moves the orb where I lie And speak of the beauty, throw sparks at the bright, Weaving a story by day and night From threads, such fine, fine threads I spin....Read More
In that hope I felt seen, I felt understood, I felt loved, and I felt forgiven. At last, at long, long last I remembered what it felt like to have a hope in Christ. To be recognized as imperfect, but ...Read More
"But no matter where the pumpkin rests, the farmer will always love it best
As a bit of Sunshine captured in shell of Gold or orange and tended well."...Read More
"That’s how death is. We close the casket. We fold the flag. We make that last radio call. We weep, we breathe deep, and we walk away from the dead back to those who still live. And each step kills ...Read More