From Sand to Gemstones

Refining Life's Ragged Edges



A Heartfelt Prayer

I have only told one person this and as I lay my head down for much needed rest it happened again.  A Heartfelt Prayer Out of nowhere you come at me Such destruction at your wake It scares what strengths... Continue Reading →

World of Pure Imagination

The world was saddened yesterday when news of Gene Wilder passing from complications of Alzheimer's hit. I wrote this poem a while back when moon was a daily prompt. I didn't feel like it was the right time to post... Continue Reading →

Locked Away

I was reminded today that there are some who get me and some who don't by a simple "good morning"... Hey I don't got orange juice or milk. Can I swing by for breakfast. To some this will mean nothing.... Continue Reading →

To Be Your Wife

This is easy to share today because it is the first of two poems that has been eye-opening these last two days. It may not be great, or even good, but it has impressed on my heart how lucky I... Continue Reading →

Reasons for Goodbye

I am great at metaphors and double meanings. After this weekend I don't regret the decisions I have made these last 10 months. I don't regret saying goodbye. My reasons are my own but they are the right reasons. I... Continue Reading →

Rising Mr. Sun

It's summer and yet the weather has been a bit fickle. Some days its incredibly hot out. Other days there is a nip in the wind. There is a dryness in the sky. And a wetness in the clouds. Summer... Continue Reading →

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Storm Warning

Earlier this month I talked about the struggles of fighting my depression. This month seems to be exceedingly harder than most. While I have a job I mostly love, my husband is getting healthier and stronger, my faith is looking... Continue Reading →

Hers and His

Record heat here in the PNW has everyone in pools, rivers, installing ACs, sitting near fans. And all I've done is sit in front of my computer, notebook, phone to write. The smoothness of my pen, the fluid strike of... Continue Reading →

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