Poetry, short prose, & general musings.
What would it mean to stay?
What would it mean to leave?
For You are the same in every way.
You never change through my grief.
I am always searching for the answers.
I am looking for new hope.
You remind me again that You are the answer.
You whisper that You are my true hope.
You reveal the path of life to me; in Your presence is abundant joy, at Your right hand are eternal pleasures. Psalm 16
Brisk breeze
Balm to my soul
Hot tea in my hands
Baked delicacy perfumes the air
Sweater bundled like a hug
A time to slow and prepare
Breathe, move forward
Read more, talk less
Sit still, listen.
Gaze into flicking flames
Let Autumn sink into my bones
Face her with open arms
Allowing fear to be my guide
For that is the first step
Towards greater knowing.
There is a chill in the air
The soft breeze that refreshes my soul
Coincides with a forlorn feeling
A gentle whisper that winter is not so far away.
Nature is foreshadowing, even as the summer sun still burns my skin.
Kacie B. Sharpe 