Fumble-Folded Origami

There are times soul

Feels like badly-folded

Graying origami heron

Crimped, crinkled, creased in

All the wrong places, corners

Where they’ve never

 Been before, nor

Should be ever…

Art crafted careless

As by kindergartner’s

Fumbly-fledgling fingers…

A bent beak

Hardly permits

One to speak

Thus, mutely sighing

This avian tucks head

To breast, for rest

Prays, “Lord, give me

Dreamless slumber blessed”

Which soothes, smooths thoughts’

Smudged uneven piece

Heart’s torn ragged peace…

There are days origami

Wings seem mangled mess

Hardly lift…can’t soar high, far

Across dawn waters, Dusk del Mar…

Let alone, reach gates of Glory.

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Twilight’s Spilled Plums

Darkling sky glows Glory

Before surely imminent storm…

Twilight basket spills plums

Clouds roll into charcoal…

Night hearth-ember’d

Held secure in Heavenly hands…

Grown-up pilgrim child awaits

New rendition of Thanksgiving story.

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Prismatic Simmer


Humming brain, close to simmer

Thoughts rise from heart’s well

Evinced by pinpoint bubbles

Unseen on fluid inner surface…

Memories sparked, words

Held in abeyance

Waiting for the Master’s hand

That beckons, or stays…

His Spirit—a pillar of fire

And a pillar of cloud*

Sprinkles living water over

Rippling cerebral hemisphere

Cools intemperate impulses

Ideas which might flash, catch

Lightning, cause sudden stampede

Deftly tames, turns them

To reflect Almighty’s image…

Prismatic creativity, rainbow

Arcs amid simmer’s mist.

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*21 The LORD was going before them in a pillar of cloud by day to lead them on the way, and in a pillar of fire by night to give them light, that they might travel by day and by night. 22 He did not take away the pillar of cloud by day, nor the pillar of fire by night, from before the people.… Exodus 13:21-22  ~New American Standard Bible

Scripture references: biblehub.com

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Full Moon A-Comin’

(a nod to my friend, Pen Verus, and our journey toward healed memories)

Full moon a-comin’

Pearl milk spill-over

Emotions churnin’

‘Neath silver’d shimmer

Spiraling beyond control

Make haste, hide…take cover

In the shadow of the Almighty*

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*Psalm 91:1  English Standard Version
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.

The Amplified Bible:  Psalm 91, verses 1 & 2–He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall remain stable and fixed under the shadow of the Almighty [Whose power no foe can withstand].  I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, on Him I lean and rely, and in Him I (confidently) trust!

Verses 4 & 5–He will cover you with His pinions, and under His wings shall you trust and find refuge; His truth and His faithfulness are a shield and a buckler. [Then] You shall not be afraid of the terror of the night, nor of the arrow [the evil plots and slanders of the wicked] that flies by day…

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Perfect Love ~ Holy Mystery


Perfect love, a Holy mystery

Man’s mind-heart can’t fathom.

That’s why God gives “faith”…

Faith—part choice, part gift

We request, receive freely.

For, how else could we take in—

To brains limited by muddle,

And hearts shadowed with much

We hope none discerns ever—

All His words, works spectacular

A history chock-full of miracles?

Love, arms stretched wide infinitely

Which sacrificed, died agonizingly

And rose from the grave physically

Ascended to Heaven as King, eternally…

All this Christ did to save, redeem

A fouled world lost, damned inexorably—

Because God so desired a “family”

Forever forgiven by His perfect love

…This is Holy mystery.

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2 that they may be encouraged in heart, knit together in love, and filled with the full riches of complete understanding, so that they may know the mystery of God, namely Christ, 3 in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.…  Col 2:2-3 (Berean Study Bible) biblehub.com

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Pumpkins Sigh Relief

Witching hour’s past, this night

Not a single emaciated

Apparition in sight

Guess Halloween takes its toll…

Tireless angels guard my hoard

Full Jack-o’-lantern sweet-treats bowl

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Ghoulish landscape

Uncontained in underbelly…

Dead-men-walking meander through mind

Make their way, roam each city

Crawl suburban streets

Stalk hidden trails among rural wilds

Ghouls disguised by wardrobe vast

Costumes unlikely, Evil’s anonymity…

Armed to the teeth

Concealing automatic fire

Fatal-edge blades and ever-popular

“Weapons of opportunity”…

They rise up for any, all causes

Which suit their needs, ideology

Band as brothers, gang sisters

Ink skin, and land—their blood, others…

Those from well-turned backgrounds—

Gifted with names, striking features

Education, talent’s brilliant attraction

Wealth obtained by inheritance

Acumen, lucrative skill sets—

Slither up to take high offices

Church and state, where they

Serve dim and darkest purposes

They create show of chameleon

Misdirection, shimmered fascination

Guarantees, earnest good intentions…

Thieves in finest fast-talk dress

Oiled to soothe untrusting ‘mid masses…

Cardboard characters, some subject to fits

Of ignoble idiocy—ignorant

Embarrassing at best—

Are unfathomably excused

By forgiving patriots, remorselessly used…

As though everyday is Halloween

And the battle* flaming ‘tween Heaven, Hell

Is a myth, no more fuss than fistfights unseen.

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*11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can make your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this world’s darkness, and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore take up the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you will be able to stand your ground, and having done everything, to stand.… Ephesians 6:11-13, Berean Study Bible (biblehub.com)

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I’ve been asked by my pal, Penwick Verus, at MakingPeaceWithShadows, to be a partner on the journey of healing—through writing about shadow ghosts of the Past, while seeking revelation from God.  Pen is courageous, deems it inglorious that any should enter pearled gates of Heaven dragging Marley’s chains; and as I’m (hopeful) committed to an overcomer’s destiny, I trust that God will “lead on”. 

Since many “mental health issues” stem from past trauma, it’s our prayer that some small word might benefit a reader of our blogs, encouraging other’s quest for healing.  So here we go—my first ‘partner’ offering…and if I understand the plan, Pen will take up the discussion on the other blog.


Ghosts are quick on the trigger

Shadows sideways slither…

Can’t always lasso, take them captive.

New wraith corp must be Special-Ops-trained

Tripwires wherever cautious boots step.

It’s not easy to block out, avoid ghost voices…

They drape mind with memories, scenes

Painted backdrop on today’s stage;

Cue battle score, harsh lyrics…words

Assault heart like leather strop lashes

Cut, bruise spirit black ‘n blue anew.

Hunkered down in holy bunker, church-channel devotee…

But soul only absorbs so many Bible

Messages, inspiring testimonies.

Entertainment fare—movies, dramas

Documentaries, comedy—hide razor blades;

Commercials—smiling costumes sewn with sly

Pockets concealing sentimental sharp stones.

Devil’s minions, fiery darts dipped in toxins

Aim recollections, unfinished business with

People who once walked through my days;

Left me stripped, mere rags to mop bloody brow.

Abused, abandoned, I gnaw gray moldy bones

Of disappointment…disillusioned, taste remembrance as

Bitter bread of communion on tongue.

Tormentors long gone in death, dissolution…

I can’t now gird loins to answer back, make

Them hurt; avenge egregious wrongs still

Hounding restless dreams, weary consciousness—

Or grant them my own needed absolution.

I know I must “let go”, forgive, to move forward…

I’m not glad, proud, clenching poison to my breast.

I’d sell all to please God, obey and be free of

Steel trap of the Past, rusted teeth holding fast…

I’m not fed, filled by fury—hollows inside echo empty.

“Jesus loves them…loves…Jesus loves me.”

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Seed Fluff, Dream Stuff


Rarely can I write of “fluff”

My brain too stuffed

With more than enough

And far too much

That weighs upon my cranium

Invades crevasse of cerebellum

Eroding what’s light and humorous

Perchance it’s years’ collected dust

Or autumn’s fall, rain’s penchant to rust

Narrow channels where easy thoughts

Plead to dance ‘mid romance fictitious

Dry ash remains where I seek fluff…wait, just

Curious ember, rising smoke plume’s puff—

There in keepsake box, how mysterious!

Wee white pile, summer’s dandelion seed fluff

Saved, secreted…breeze-blown dream-stuff.

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Gratitude Acrostic


Gratitude greases the wheels, wherever you’re going

Reach down deep, there’s something to be thankful for

A grateful heart nourishes the spirit

Thank You, Lord, for this blessed, productive day

I‘m grateful for God’s grace, fresh mercies when I wake

Thank You, Father—You’re making me an Overcomer

Unfortunately, some are impoverished only by lack of gratitude

Do something for someone else, it makes you thankful that you can

Even bad days are made better by expressing “thanks” for God’s Presence

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