Posted in Life

A Bit of Faith

I am not really a religious person.  I have my beliefs and try to live my life the best I can.

But When it comes down to it, isn’t it all based on faith?

When do we really feel secure?  How long does it take for a child to feel secure the first time they let go of their parent’s hand?

Are you secure, wrapped in your blankets at night; sure there will be no fire, or intruder?  How many paychecks are you away from being homeless?  Most of us are not many.  Are you secure that your children will not be bullied or molested when they leave your home?

What gives us security is our faith.

It’s Faith to look in the eyes of our beloved and believe what they say.  Faith to send our children to school and pray they will come to no harm.

We are a society of faith.  We believe the walls of our society will not crumble.

Faith is what holds us together.

Have Faith, my friends. Your faith will keep you strong.  

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson

Posted in Life, Poetry, Prose

Loving You — Source of Inspiration

REBLOG:  Please don’t miss Pat’s amazing piece!!

Loving You is the only thing I want to do, but how do I love You when I cannot see You, or touch You? Some say You do not exist, but I know they are wrong. Yet I long to love You so completely that there is not a moment that passes that I do […]

Loving You — Source of Inspiration
Posted in Poetry

#NaPoWriMo-Day 20-Another Skirmish

I fight 
the good fight

At least
I tell myself that

I fall down
and get up 

Fall down
get up 

I stumble
more often
than I care to admit

I win most of
the arguments
with myself
these days

Other days
I'm just not up
for another skirmish 

The war
rages on 

Each day
I tell myself that
'today I will do better' 

And sometimes
it's true 

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
Posted in Life, Poetry

The Crooked Path

I've knocked my head against the wall until I bleed. 
This is what it took to get my attention. 
I seemed to take the hard way, the road less traveled.  
I've started my life over again many, many times.
Started from scratch.  From nothing.  
Each time a little further along this Crooked Path.
I began as a lump of clay, cast into the mud along
with the rest of the muck.
I managed to crawl upon the shore and bake myself in
the sun until I was cracked and bleeding. 
This is a process I repeated over and over again.  
I would then retreat back into the muck seeking 
the cool mud to soothe, only to realize that I must
push myself up and out.
At last, finding myself on the path, head up, shoulders 
back, I trudged forward tentatively, turning left when 
I should have turned right. 
Backing up and taking a different turn at times, 
but always the way that I wanted. 
Not what was best. 
But what I wanted. 
I knew that the outcome would be the same. 
Finally, one day as I was sitting in the mud 
once again, I bowed my head. 
I had prayed many times, but not like this.
I prayed, not to be lead to the right path. 
Not to be helped from the mud.  
I prayed instead to see; see the hand that had 
always been there. The arms that had always 
welcomed me.  
I prayed for faith.  

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

My path to God has been a very long one. I came
to Him late in life. This is my expression 
of that journey. I still struggle, but my prayers
have been answered tenfold.  

A very special Thank You to Chuck, 
at The Reluctant Poet. He gave me the
line, 'The Crooked Path' that inspired 
this piece. 

Thank you for joining me on this journey. 
Penny <3