Healing

Healing takes different paths. Sometimes there are scars, Sometimes there are none. Yet nonetheless healing happens. God reaches out the fingers and hands and heart of His healing love and wraps it around our lives and hearts and fills us with His Spirit, His Love, His Healing. Sometimes it happens quickly, Often it happens slow,

Music

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Middle of April

This is the view out my door. In fact it is the view out both my doors, as my front door, and back door face the back of the building, one faces this view, the other faces towards the side of my apartment, unless I turn my head left and look at this. There is

Moving beyond the moment

My daily motivation is a cat. Today she poked and prodded and meowed In the middle of the night. I recently came back from a trip and she wanted food. NOW! There have been days I have been set on immobile, sitting on the edge of the bed unable to move beyond the moment. My

Finally! 2024

I just got back from my son’s in SC, and he gifted me with a newer computer that accesses the Internet and lets me work. Still setting things up. It survived being in luggage, and quickly adapted to the Internet. Just a few programs to install so I can work. But look! Here I am

1,001 Days

One Thousand and One days. That is what today is, marking the earthly/spiritual separation due to death of my spouse. It was not a demanded separation on my part, nor his, I know. It is a Godly appointment. But it is what separates life nonetheless. “Til death do you part,” were the words spoken many

Season of the glimmer.

Catch it in the gleam, the glimmer simmers and dances on the light of days and nights and shimmers bright reflecting the glow of wintery lights and nights and days of cold and waves of warmth flush upon the cheek from firelight and moonlight and hope painting glowing lights cross my nose. Take me to

Paper Punch

Rain breaks the Sky of Blue perforating holes proliferating coals burning in the cold twinkling star skies multiplied diamonds times ebony times azure times by times by times past cast in stone fasten hold hands clasped not alone. Deborah D Fleet 9-25-2023

I bought a purple pen

This week I bought a purple pen … The poet in me Loves a purple pen. It makes me want to doodle. It makes me want to soar. It makes me want to write, and write some more. It makes me want to take my time and create a lovely bouquet of words of violet

Faraway Friends

Faraway Friends  Saying I am praying for you Is not just empty words But Truth I pull you into my world, my heart And make you a part Of God’s plan on this earth. It says I care You matter You are valuable And special to me Because God hold you close In His Master