I will say a prayer for you and Patrick’s story. The way life just rolls on with new challenges and obstacles, sometimes I forget just how tragic all that was. Yes, let’s plan a collaboration, it would be a beautiful thing! ❤️
Me too. Thank you so much Wendy. My friend lost her sweet, strong, athletic, 34 year old son in 2021. Mistreated in the hospital because he was not vaccinated and walked in asking for “help.” I wrote and gave a piece to her daughter, called “Patrick’s Story,” in my Substack and I am praying to have her on my podcast to talk about where they are at now, three years later.
Julie, this means so much to me. It's a feeling that is in me and not many can see it. I think I say more than I let on in both words/images. I feel a wonderment in your poetry as well and see between the lines. Thank you for this. ox
Wow Deborah this poem truly inspires introspection, and invites invites reflection. You have a special talent for weaving together emotions and words. Thank you for sharing your work with the world.
Dear Charlotte, you made my day. Perhaps my summer! Thank you for being the most supportive friend to so many of us 🙏🏻 I love your work and look forward to it! Thank you for inspiring me to keep going. oxox
Deborah thank you, I’m just speaking truth. God has definitely given you a gift of divinely inspired poetry. Through your work and bravery truth is revealed. I’m blown away I made your day. Confirmation of our divine connection ✨🙏😘🤗💜 Bless you!
Oh mom, I love you so much. Sorry my voice has been so dry and scratchy with this evil thing. I can't believe after all that time I got it on the way home! Praying daily for your health and to be the last one standing! You are so strong. Sad and true poem. You are the master and I thank you for the inspiration you have blessed me with all these years. ox
Well, you made my year now! ☺️ I am so grateful to be here. When I began it was truly a God given therapy to climb out of a deep valley of pain. Through it He has brought me far more than I ever imagined. A beautiful community and new friends who relate to my writing and the hope, pains, grief and joys of life. It's overwhelming!
Sending you a big hug. Send Him out ahead as you battle the enemy 👊🏻🛡️ He's got this. ox
Deborah, what a good thing to do, praying to have this dear person on your podcast to share what she went through and how she is coping now. The whole c bug disaster was so surreal. I had a duodenal ulcer end of Sept. 2021 and went into ER for internal bleeding. They immediately began giving me a transfusion there in the ER room. I was just sitting there, minding my own business, trying to keep myself sane in the scary ER location, when someone marched in and asked me for my covid status. I told them quietly I had not had covid and did not have the jab and had no intention of getting it. Surprisingly, they did not harrass me (or I swear, I would have found a way out and crawled my way back home in the dark by the side of the freeway...), but they did ask to do a covid test on me. I said yes to the test and it was negative! The staff were all vaccinated but were actually very nice to me, as perhaps they sensed I was not one to be passive with them on that subject, although I did fully cooperate with them on all the treatment they gave me.
Deeply moving, Deb ❤️
Thank you so much Jenn. ox
My pleasure. So many are still grappling with the after effects .
I'm praying for a future podcast about Patrick's Story that's in my stack 🙏🏻😢. An update. It's been deeply tragic for so many. Thank you Jenn.
Also, I'd love to chat with you on the podcast! Maybe we can plan a date? 🙏🏻 and a collab 🙏🏻 😘
I will say a prayer for you and Patrick’s story. The way life just rolls on with new challenges and obstacles, sometimes I forget just how tragic all that was. Yes, let’s plan a collaboration, it would be a beautiful thing! ❤️
Thank you Jenn 🙏🏻
and I look forward to it! ox
Me too! ❤️✨
Gorgeous writing Deborah. I am so in awe of excellent poetry because I just can't write it, but you most assuredly can. - Jim
Thank you so much Jim! I barely know what I'm doing. God works on my brain and I write it 🥰🙏🏻
This is why I did not get the jab. Powerful poem, Deborah, raw and intense! Thank you.
Me too. Thank you so much Wendy. My friend lost her sweet, strong, athletic, 34 year old son in 2021. Mistreated in the hospital because he was not vaccinated and walked in asking for “help.” I wrote and gave a piece to her daughter, called “Patrick’s Story,” in my Substack and I am praying to have her on my podcast to talk about where they are at now, three years later.
Very powerful and thought-provoking... 😎
Thank you so much Chris! I hope you are doing well. ox
Thanks! Things are going great here. I hope you're having a lovely summer, too... 😎
So beautiful and touching ❤️
Thank you very much! I really appreciate you reading and commenting :)
Your poems to me are similar to your photographs, that feeling of space between the words, that they stand alone if that makes sense. :)
Julie, this means so much to me. It's a feeling that is in me and not many can see it. I think I say more than I let on in both words/images. I feel a wonderment in your poetry as well and see between the lines. Thank you for this. ox
Wow Deborah this poem truly inspires introspection, and invites invites reflection. You have a special talent for weaving together emotions and words. Thank you for sharing your work with the world.
Dear Charlotte, you made my day. Perhaps my summer! Thank you for being the most supportive friend to so many of us 🙏🏻 I love your work and look forward to it! Thank you for inspiring me to keep going. oxox
Deborah thank you, I’m just speaking truth. God has definitely given you a gift of divinely inspired poetry. Through your work and bravery truth is revealed. I’m blown away I made your day. Confirmation of our divine connection ✨🙏😘🤗💜 Bless you!
Beautifully written poetic perspective on this atrocious invention named Covid. Realization of it's purpose has been slowly sinking in.
Too late for those who now are dead
Their lives weren't meant to be,
Just bear in mind what Jesus said
The truth shall set you free.
Oh mom, I love you so much. Sorry my voice has been so dry and scratchy with this evil thing. I can't believe after all that time I got it on the way home! Praying daily for your health and to be the last one standing! You are so strong. Sad and true poem. You are the master and I thank you for the inspiration you have blessed me with all these years. ox
Well, you made my year now! ☺️ I am so grateful to be here. When I began it was truly a God given therapy to climb out of a deep valley of pain. Through it He has brought me far more than I ever imagined. A beautiful community and new friends who relate to my writing and the hope, pains, grief and joys of life. It's overwhelming!
Sending you a big hug. Send Him out ahead as you battle the enemy 👊🏻🛡️ He's got this. ox
Lovely words Deborah God Bless🙏🕊️.
Thank you Mary ☺️ I hope you're doing well. ox
Beautiful poem!
Thank you Jules! I go deep sometimes (maybe a lot) ☺️
Deborah, what a good thing to do, praying to have this dear person on your podcast to share what she went through and how she is coping now. The whole c bug disaster was so surreal. I had a duodenal ulcer end of Sept. 2021 and went into ER for internal bleeding. They immediately began giving me a transfusion there in the ER room. I was just sitting there, minding my own business, trying to keep myself sane in the scary ER location, when someone marched in and asked me for my covid status. I told them quietly I had not had covid and did not have the jab and had no intention of getting it. Surprisingly, they did not harrass me (or I swear, I would have found a way out and crawled my way back home in the dark by the side of the freeway...), but they did ask to do a covid test on me. I said yes to the test and it was negative! The staff were all vaccinated but were actually very nice to me, as perhaps they sensed I was not one to be passive with them on that subject, although I did fully cooperate with them on all the treatment they gave me.