Sep 2025
-
Spark
The room is dark except for dusk lights seeping in. Paru smiles like she means it. I don’t know whether to sit or stand, this is awkward. She’d lost her entire family in a series of events I don’t want to say. What can you say. After everyone’s gone home to their families, there will… Continue reading
-
Its Happening!
You wait, you morph. The prayer you prayed changes you. Your feet break with the running. You grow wings, you fall upwards, in blue skies. You burned out? But the fire around, hedges you in from hell. (“I will be a hedge of fire around you,” He says) It thaws you You curl up, crushed,… Continue reading
-
“What happens when you pray?”
When we finish all our words, we become a lesser piece of us, and more of another… I let go of my own words, my prayer lists; now I’m more a child- zero hesitation. This can be silent. Silenced expectation, a separate place. Something new. Awkward. Changed. You’re not just a body, you’re all soul.… Continue reading
-
Embracing Faith in September: 🌷the Landscape of Prayer
Pray September! It is another September. She’s notorious, again! In an earth – tinier than a peppercorn in space, we are citizens of 2 Kingdoms, both tangible, invisible almost. We belong to heaven or hell. The air is heady with News. Hurt news. Humanity is not one whole ensemble anymore. Some kneel at gods of… Continue reading
-
The Gardener’s Touch: Finding Redemption
Vinepress Prompt : ‘Choices’ At Shiloh’s Gate, shadows slink down its latch. Inside, a small breeze stirs the under belly of vine leaf. The Gardener looks at my scars. I look at the shut gate visible thru flower berries. He smiles, glad at the choice made. Nearby brook runs like a Psalm. I enter His… Continue reading
-
Handpicked for a Time such as This
Some call it prayer. I’m reeling at the noise of our earth- 🍃 me, like Hannah, in the steps of Tabernacle Shiloh; praying, her syllables drunk in need. The Gardener’s eyes are ripe with light. Here, my heart keels. The noise has gotten inside. Hate has made us hate. Indifference makes us indifferent. How understand… Continue reading
-
i can’t believe this
finally here at Vineyard Shiloh. The gate opens, an ancient affair in mouldy white wood. A family of ants stops in a brief stare then plods towards sloping acres of fine rain. The path runs muddied, via naked street lights hung low. Like lamps to my feet, this is real. This is where Energy hits,… Continue reading
-
Date with my daughters
The legacy you leave, is from what you’ve received….everything your own mothers gave you (gran & all). Everything – by the sheer grace of God. We sit across a warm table packing with raw ripe humor, trust, faith, candidness! We’re each a denomination of His Love, a major helping of His Mercy & Patience. I’m… Continue reading
