When Loss Is Heavy

When loss is heavy, winter lingers

Though the buds emerge, the blossoms seem burdened 

Cold creeps into the crevices as the mind shifts images

A dusting of snow intensifies the shadows, while unkempt thoughts clutter the recesses

Yet the Spring will emerge in fullness, as memories succumb to willed forgetfulness 

Frank Solanki

If you want to be a hero well just follow me

His Grace Is Enough

Setting you free logically through contextual interpretations.

Brave New Girl

A girl and her adventures

Mitch Teemley

The Power of Story

In My Father's House

"...that where I am you may be also." Jn.14:3

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