The Shell

There was a crack in the shell 
that I had built 
around myself 

It's a funny thing 
about shells

They not only keep 
the bad things out,  
they also keep 
the good things out

I could no longer 
stand on my own 

So I fell to my knees

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

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Found — Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister

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And then there was light. Those are someone else’s words, but I felt them run through me, a cleansing. I watched in awe, as power consumed nature. In my time – is all I heard. Then the storm moved in and surrounded me, created a blindness towards my search for understanding, quite literally! Washed in […]

via Found — Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister

Bee Happy — Mitch Teemley

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I found a bee in my house. The poor thing was weak, struggling to move. So I picked it up. It barely budged. I was going to put it out of its misery, but then I thought, “Wait, why not let it spend its final few minutes in the sunlight?” I know I would want […]

via Bee Happy — Mitch Teemley

Fate Decides??

I get a little tired of people telling me things like “I guess it’s just not meant to be”  or  “It will happen when the time is right”  or  “it’s not your destiny”

I just cannot wrap my head around that.  I think that if I had chosen to go left at that fork in the road instead of right, my life would be different.  I DO believe in a Higher Power.  But I also think we have Free Will to make our own choices.  I think that there are times when we are guided, but predetermined?  I dunno.

Do you believe in fate?  Do you think our lives are all planned out?  Predestined???  

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson



Be Held

He just wanted to hold me.  I was tattered and torn and I pushed him away, determined to claw my way through.  I held on.

He just wanted to hold me.   I fought and raged and pushed and stumbled, always with chin up and chest out.  I held on.

He just wanted to hold me.  Determination blinded me.  I ate it for breakfast; choked on it.  I held on.

He just wanted to hold me.  I clamored and battled again and again.  I held on.

Then, I couldn’t go on.  I had all I could take.  I had nothing left to give.

I stopped Holding On.

Finally, when I had exhausted all hope, he tenderly held me close.  He held me as I wept and he held me as I cursed.  He held me until my tears ran dry.

I felt my strength return and hope restored within his loving embrace.  I was once again strong enough to do battle.  I learned something that would carry me into tomorrow and beyond, with unending hope and strength.

Sometimes it’s alright to Stop Holding On and

Just Be Held.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

THIS  was a post I did about Casting Crowns’ beautiful song, “Just Be held”.  I worried at first that I may have plagiarized the lyrics, but after some thought and other’s input, I don’t think so.  Therefore, I think this poem/prose deserves to proudly stand on it’s own.  🙂  I hope you enjoyed it.  Thanks for reading! 

Most People Are Good

I believe most people are good
And most mama’s oughta qualify for sainthood

Those are the first 2 lines in the chorus of the song Most People Are Good sung by Luke Bryan.  I listen to mostly C&W music these days.  Although my taste in music varies wildly.  Those 2 lines made me think.

I DO think that most people ARE good.  I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.  I will trust and believe what you say until you prove that I cannot.  This is just the way that I’m wired.  I’ve TRIED to be more wary or cynical of people, but I just can’t do it.  My heart won’t let me.  I just believe that in general, most people ARE good.

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