It’s so repulsive and sickening. These people - the sadistic terrorists, not the beautiful people- don’t believe in God. Well, they have a big surprise coming for them when God dispenses his judgment. Their own conscious will either forgive them or condemn them. So they better clean up their spiritual act here while they have a chance!
Deborah, a searing piece. The poetry, heartfelt and stark. The Elie Weisel quote at the end, so sorrowful as to make me cry. We hold fast to the good that is God and pray to keep going through this world, day by single day. Thank you for this powerful writing. WEW
Thank you so very much Wendy. I get strong messages pressed on my heart at times and I run to write. Both little babies have flown the nest since I wrote. Now to be safe and away from their mama. I saw them and had tears thinking of all who yearn for their mamas, especially those in the ravages of captivity. Praying daily over this world right there with you. Sending you much love as I know this is a weekend close to your heart. oxox
Beautiful Deb…free form/free fall poetry/prose is my favorite… “just let the words fall out!” And you do it so very well! 😊 I’m saving this; love the images that pop into my head, my heart. Much Love to you, dear friend! 🥰😊💕🫶
Thank you so much friend. I don’t know where all the free-form falling poetry came from lately - but it seems to fit my mind and it’s been good to stop and write it. I do it as an exercise without changing anything. Feels really good at the end, even if it’s not good? But then - I am untrained (lol). Thank you for your comment. It has blessed me immensely to see this this morning. Much love back at you for a peaceful Memorial Day weekend. We will be remembering everything right? Always. oxoxox
That means a lot. Thank you. I am doing me for sure! Guess when grief hits hard (and other hard things) you can potentially cross into a place where you will cry so much and then decide it's time to just embrace who you are and truly live it. I can't tell you what your encouragement means to me. love you. ox
So very heartfelt, sincere with deep aching beauty.
At our last house, there was a birdhouse in front of the kitchen window. It was such a joy every spring to watch the birds raise their babies, what a racket when they were all hungry, how sad when they all flew away. ❤️💔
Thank you Jenn. My heart became heavy looking at them. Heavy for the world. This little mother, all of them feathered, actually stay away from their babies all night long so predators don’t follow them to the nest. Amazing sacrifice and trust. Wonderful you were able to watch from the kitchen window. Our last home the same. I didn’t need to go outside and fall from the top of a 6ft ladder for them (ugh).
On a funny note, John kept wondering why our guest room window, by the tree and planter outside of the guest room, was full, beyond belief, with bird poop! This is how he discovered the nest hidden (when I was gone!). He cleaned the windows and it’s all back! For such a small creature they sure can spray poop (or maybe regurgitated food?). Oh my goodness! I showed the grandchildren the babies yesterday - by last night, we believe she had one of them fly out. Ugh. my heart. After I fell and was pretty messed up, back in 2015, God brought me to the kitchen window, twice (during recuperation) - at separate times. I felt a calling to hobble over there, super random (but not), and each time I watched mama feed her babies one last time and encourage each to fly - one went, then a few days later, another food dropping and the other, more hesitant, flew away. Each time I was a witness. We had just moved our last to college, fall of 2013, and I was feeling the “empty nest.” I stood there hurting and sobbing. Thank you God.
Also thank you again for your kindness and support! oxox
Wow, an incredible story, Deb! That’s awful you fell from a ladder, though, but to be witness to the birds at that exact moment …. Truly evidence of the divine. And that’s pretty crazy that there is so much bird poop on your window!
War is repulsive, and the pawns on both sides loose. ✨🙏
It is and it’s always played over the heads of the innocent. No one should ever prop up sadistic terrorists either.
It’s so repulsive and sickening. These people - the sadistic terrorists, not the beautiful people- don’t believe in God. Well, they have a big surprise coming for them when God dispenses his judgment. Their own conscious will either forgive them or condemn them. So they better clean up their spiritual act here while they have a chance!
Charlotte, I agree 100%. I have lost two family members in war, not remotely fun. WEW
“Dedicated to the young women, and all the precious souls stolen on October 7th, 2023.”
A vivid glimpse into what was lost.
Beautiful Deb. 🙏❤️
Thank you Jamie. oxoxox
❤️❤️❤️
Thank you 🩷
Deborah, a searing piece. The poetry, heartfelt and stark. The Elie Weisel quote at the end, so sorrowful as to make me cry. We hold fast to the good that is God and pray to keep going through this world, day by single day. Thank you for this powerful writing. WEW
Thank you so very much Wendy. I get strong messages pressed on my heart at times and I run to write. Both little babies have flown the nest since I wrote. Now to be safe and away from their mama. I saw them and had tears thinking of all who yearn for their mamas, especially those in the ravages of captivity. Praying daily over this world right there with you. Sending you much love as I know this is a weekend close to your heart. oxox
Beautiful Deb…free form/free fall poetry/prose is my favorite… “just let the words fall out!” And you do it so very well! 😊 I’m saving this; love the images that pop into my head, my heart. Much Love to you, dear friend! 🥰😊💕🫶
Thank you so much friend. I don’t know where all the free-form falling poetry came from lately - but it seems to fit my mind and it’s been good to stop and write it. I do it as an exercise without changing anything. Feels really good at the end, even if it’s not good? But then - I am untrained (lol). Thank you for your comment. It has blessed me immensely to see this this morning. Much love back at you for a peaceful Memorial Day weekend. We will be remembering everything right? Always. oxoxox
You don’t have to be trained to be good…it’s good because it’s you, doing you! Never underestimate how gifted you are as a writer! 🥰👍✍🏼
That means a lot. Thank you. I am doing me for sure! Guess when grief hits hard (and other hard things) you can potentially cross into a place where you will cry so much and then decide it's time to just embrace who you are and truly live it. I can't tell you what your encouragement means to me. love you. ox
So very heartfelt, sincere with deep aching beauty.
At our last house, there was a birdhouse in front of the kitchen window. It was such a joy every spring to watch the birds raise their babies, what a racket when they were all hungry, how sad when they all flew away. ❤️💔
Thank you Jenn. My heart became heavy looking at them. Heavy for the world. This little mother, all of them feathered, actually stay away from their babies all night long so predators don’t follow them to the nest. Amazing sacrifice and trust. Wonderful you were able to watch from the kitchen window. Our last home the same. I didn’t need to go outside and fall from the top of a 6ft ladder for them (ugh).
On a funny note, John kept wondering why our guest room window, by the tree and planter outside of the guest room, was full, beyond belief, with bird poop! This is how he discovered the nest hidden (when I was gone!). He cleaned the windows and it’s all back! For such a small creature they sure can spray poop (or maybe regurgitated food?). Oh my goodness! I showed the grandchildren the babies yesterday - by last night, we believe she had one of them fly out. Ugh. my heart. After I fell and was pretty messed up, back in 2015, God brought me to the kitchen window, twice (during recuperation) - at separate times. I felt a calling to hobble over there, super random (but not), and each time I watched mama feed her babies one last time and encourage each to fly - one went, then a few days later, another food dropping and the other, more hesitant, flew away. Each time I was a witness. We had just moved our last to college, fall of 2013, and I was feeling the “empty nest.” I stood there hurting and sobbing. Thank you God.
Also thank you again for your kindness and support! oxox
Wow, an incredible story, Deb! That’s awful you fell from a ladder, though, but to be witness to the birds at that exact moment …. Truly evidence of the divine. And that’s pretty crazy that there is so much bird poop on your window!
Touchingly beautiful.
Thank you so much Monica. oxox