Scars

Haiku


Scars are proof that once
You were sick. And now you’re healed
All shiny, slick, thick.

Scars shine in the light.
The bleeding’s done, no more night.
Morning’s torn, all’s right.

I don’t mind scars now.
Reminders of my power
To heal deepest hurt.

Won’t be seen again
I’ve been wounded deep within
Hold it back with skin

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Good News/Bad News

Bad News: You’ve been here before.

Good News: You’ve been here before.
So you know what not to do. And you’re still standing.
It’s going to be okay.


Good has gone away.
Bad has come to stay today.
Welcome good again.

Irma-geddon

Blogging from my phone. Ok after Irma. No injuries. No damage. Miraculous!!! Praise God. No internet.

Wanted to post some haikus.

 

Water drops on glass.

Hurricane outside our door.

Longing in my heart.

 

Sigh. Soaked in boredom.

The storm is at my door now.

Relief that it’s here.

 

In my opinion,

You’re not a Floridian

Until your first storm.

Footprints

I love the story Footprints in the Sand. If you haven’t read it, go read it now. I grew up with this story on my mother’s wall. It was a pretty picture with the prose mounted in a frame. Did you know that no one claims ownership of this story? Author unknown. That’s kinda cool, too.

I know some people might think it’s cliched. But that’s only because it was so popular. Read it again though. As if reading for the first time. It’s still good because there’s a surprise. Good writing has a surprise.


There are more than just two sets
Of footprints on my beach
There are prints everywhere you look
As far as the eye can reach

One set for God
One set for me
A thousand sets for everyone else
Who has walked along my sea

I don’t do life alone
And the sand is never smooth
Loving other people
Requires one to move


Evidence of life
Is not a car/house/money
It is well-worn shoes