Rescued From The Curse By His Grace Moment by Moment




Standing at the kitchen counter, sleep still permeating my eyes I feel for the coffee pot, prepare the pot, as I have done so many mornings. I squint adjusting to the light well aware I’m being stalked by the morning pet parade. Three sets of eyes are staring up at me. I pour dry food into the two cat bowls, grab the dog’s leash from the coat rack and head to the door with a prancing Reindeer. Once we are out into February’s chilly morning darkness and at the canine appointed place of business, I stare up at the dark blue sky over us. I gaze at the stars. Standing in the starlight, surrounded by winter’s stillness I’m startled awake as I take inventory of my heart.


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photo credit: ClaraDon via photopin cc

photo credit: ClaraDon via photopin cc

Well, this weekend marks the official end of my Summer blog break. I am gratefully linking up with the gang over at dVerse Poets Pub.

I’ve been writing a bit of poetry over the break, and  tonight is Open Link Night, so I had to pick one to share.

Some of my favorite writing is not always the most upbeat.  Poetry is a safe place where we can  lament, mourn, and explore the ragged edges of  our own beliefs. Poetry is an open door to the unknown places within.  Well, at least that’s how I see it!


I appreciate you taking the time to read these words and look forward to connecting with you in the days ahead… thanks for coming, friends.


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