Grace Under Pressure

An unexpected vision

Revealing an extraordinary destiny

Sending a hero on down a wary path

Quickly condemned by the worst of minds

Misunderstood by even the best

Trudging, pressing, facing forward

Unwilling to bend or relent

Until the prophecy’s fulfillment is in hand.

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This is what faith is:

Grace Under Pressure.

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Handful

 It’s NaNoWriMo time! I’m doing a quasi-participation this year, so my focus is on writing some fiction that is long overdue in my life. While I’m at it, please enjoy a few throwback posts from yesteryear. See you in December!

Handful

They say things are easier to swallow
as long as you don’t bite off more than you can chew
and it’s true.

Slow and steady wins the race little by
little; you can always go a little farther
than you thought.

Which is all lovely and inspiring, yes;
just don’t forget it applies to downward spirals
just as well.

But either way, that’s how progress is made –
only one handful more, and the rest, they say, is
history.

 

Succinct

 It’s NaNoWriMo time! I’m doing a quasi-participation this year, so my focus is on writing some fiction that is long overdue in my life. While I’m at it, please enjoy a few throwback posts from yesteryear. See you in December!

Succinct

let’s not pretend
I have a lot to say
by focusing on silly things
like word count.

it may not trend –
who cares about what may –
but it’s more the content I bring
than amount.

When I Write

 It’s NaNoWriMo time! I’m doing a quasi-participation this year, so my focus is on writing some fiction that is long overdue in my life. While I’m at it, please enjoy a few throwback posts from yesteryear. See you in December!

 

When I Write

Every night I sit
Late in the evening
Finally relaxing from the day

As I start to unwind
From all of my work
And begin to plan for tomorrow

I suddenly remember
That one simple thing
With only an hour left to complete.

And then as always
I think to myself
“Why the heck did I commit to this?”

Nan: “No.” Ree? “Mo’!”

Nan never wanted to do anything fun;
Ree could never get enough.
Nan was content with the least, or none,
but Ree always wanted more stuff.

Whenever a chance came to be
or an opportunity arose,
Ree would shout out, “MORE, PLEASE!”
And Nan would give a flat, “No.”

The years went by, and the girls they grew
As did their rapier wit,
But patterns they had gotten into
They could neither cease nor remit.

For the good things Nan seemed to always miss
along with bad she’d avoid
And Ree’s inability to resist
brought her sorrow as just as much as joy.

At last, between them a plan was hatched
To balance their lives just so:
The results were sure to be evenly matched
Combining Nan’s “No” with Ree’s “Mo’!”

The Land of the Mists

This morning the fog along my drive seemed to completely envelope my little world. It reminded me of a poem I posted early this year, so I thought I’d share it again.

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Filming, white
shadowing, billowing
The cloud forms in front of me
Separating what is beyond
But there is no going back now.

Much as I would want
To hold fast to the life behind me
There is only the mists
Into which I must go.

Light cloud
Smoke and vapor
Obscuring this hidden world
From the rest;
Just as they would have it here.

Who knows what’s beyond this veil?
Only those who dare press through.
But perhaps the real question is:
Who truly lives to tell the tale?

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