Talking with a Mother – Short Story


Homeless MotherWhile they seat in their big houses, I’m wondering how to tell my children that we must move out of our tiny flat, and that I don’t know where we’re going to…

–    ‘Must we leave our friends? Must we change our school?’

They ask, and I feel like running away, but they have only me, so I have to stay.

I go to the powers that be and ask them for help. They don’t look in my eyes. They glance… Their head holds a PC inside, rather than a mind, never mind a human heart. They hand me a number to ring. And I do, so I can be lied to… I sense that their words might be far from the truth, so I start my own search online. The computer, seemingly a little more humane, tells me part of what’s to know. “You are on the waiting list – number 334. So, I go back to the ‘people’, and ask:

–      “Does this mean that you’ll help us move house?”

–     “No.” They say. “Don’t leave there – stay. When you’re on the streets – come back. Then, we’ll have a chat. There are many like you. You are not the only one.” Fine! I leave. “Next one, please!” I hear them yell. I feel like I’ll lose my mind if I stay. From now on, I’ll send letters or I’ll e-mail them.

I will work, at the same time, as hard as I can. Though, to rent a new small flat this job won’t provide. What else will I do? I will cry, sometimes. Not too much. I don’t want to drown… in tears. Then, I’ll work again just to pay the bills. I feel really tired – I’ve been lacking sleep… I can’t let them kill me though! I’m going to live! Yet, I bottle these fears and the pain. There’s a bottle of wine in my hand.

– “Why?” The interviewer asks.

– “Why wine? I’m cutting my chocolate down.”

– “No. Why bottle the pain? Why not talk to someone?” He smiles.

– “Oh…” She sighs.

Those who are comfortable want to stay comfortable. They say that they pray for me and my family while they seat in their big houses comfortably. Meanwhile, I wonder how to tell my children that we have to move, again… And, I cannot tell them where we’re going to… I don’t know… God knows. Oh… {She pauses} That’s right. He does. ‘Oh, thank you for listening’, she adds.

The interviewer smiles.

 “I will put this wine away. I’m going to pray.”

She gets up and goes… Where to? Well… God knows.

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There She Goes Away – Poem


doubt, fear

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Here she comes again…

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And she takes my peace away

Then, she steals my energy

She says it’s too late for my life to change!

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Here she comes again…

And I run, so much faster than I should,

Or freeze disabled by ‘I wish I could’

Unable to hear – unable to see…

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Here she comes again…

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She is the cunning first cousin of fear

She’s so slick. Oh yes, she is & her goal is clear

She wants to destroy my faith

When my victory’s near

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So I doubt…

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Still I know

If I follow her advice

I… will pay the price

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If it’s right it is Him

If it’s not it is me

If it’s done it is we…

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So, I shout:

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Father! This is the first time when it really counts!

I don’t want to make mistakes

I am so scared I could fail!

Suddenly, I realize…

Whatever He’s promised before

He has always done…

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So I pray…

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I know He remembers me. I know my Redeemer lives!

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There’s no time to rush

There’s no time to wait

There’s no time to lie to myself

No time to complain

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Hence, I say:

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It will be okay, again. I know who I am!

These words paint my future

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There she goes away…

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Quick! Before the Drama Blooms! Poem


Drama Trap Pic Final

They have seen too many fights

Teary days & weary nights

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Respect, trust,

Communication

Seem like ancient arts

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Instead, there are…

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Fast flying arrows

By a rebellious Cupid

And mean accusations

Some way beyond stupid

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Whenever she wins a battle

She knows she has lost

When she opens her mouth

Her heart becomes closed

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She can’t hear his heart

He’s convinced he’s right

Every common goal forgotten

Overshadowed by pride

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What are we doing?

Why do we fight?

Where are we going?

Where is the light?!

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If there was a drama trap

She’d buy it – whatever the price

She would lay them all around them

Like the ones used to catch mice

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If there was a drama spray

He’d spray it all over their rooms

He would spray before it comes

Quick! Before the drama blooms!

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Yet, there sure is such a trap

Yes! There sure is such a spray

They remember the old battles

They decide to kneel & pray…

Human Disasters – London Tower


Lit Candles

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What happened to you makes no sense, it makes me cry

This shouldn’t have happened – you did not have to die…

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What happened to you makes you mad, it makes you cry

Children thrown out of windows? Why? They cannot fly …

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Why?

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There’s not enough water – London towers rise so high

There’s not enough help! There’s not enough time!!!

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This is not a house of cards, but it surely burns like one

This fire caused even more pain than their knives had done

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This is not a house of cards – there are lives inside

Real people like you & I – they shouldn’t have died

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I’m praying for you if you have survived… You’ll rise…

And for you who’ve lost your loved one or many loved ones

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I’m praying that those in power do all in their power

To prevent human disasters in another London tower.

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Tribute to Grenfell Tower victims & their loved ones ♥♥♥

It’s OK if You’re not OK


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Our eyes cry the same type of tears

Our hearts feel the same type of pain

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I don’t need you to smile if you’re hurting

By His Grace, I can handle your hurt

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You don’t have to be strong all the time

You don’t have to pretend it’s just fine…

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I’m not scared of your tears. I won’t run away

What do you need? How can I pray?

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It’s okay if you’re not okay…

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You are still one of my favorites, on Earth…

Even when your mind doesn’t match His name

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I’m not here for your fame, or to cast the blame

I’ve made many mistakes, gone through guilt & shame

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It’s okay if you’re not okay… Yet,

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If you hide from me, do not hide from Him

You won’t drown in these tears. He will help you swim

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He will help you jump through each hellish hoop

As far as New York is from Guadeloupe!

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He is stronger than life, death, and night or day

He will show you the way to escape, so I pray

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It’s okay if you’re not okay…

Finding God


lost found searching

You don’t just find God in Love, although

So many people like to think you do…

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You find His Love break through our hate

You find him in joys, but more in despairs

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You find him in pain and in rain

You find him at night and during the day

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He is all the time. God is everywhere…

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Yet, here is the most beautiful thing

About finding Him…

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When you cannot find – you can’t even search

Your heart is too tired and too weak to care

He will find you…

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Wherever you’re at…

In sadness, in pain,

In the storm, in the rain

He is there.

Make Your House a Home


House a Home
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A wife and a mother started praying, one night

For professional success, for her business to thrive.

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God, You see me hassling

I’ve been working so hard…

I’ve been putting a lot in,

And getting so little out…

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She prayed and she prayed, every night & day

All she’d heard was silence till she heard Him say:

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Your home is a house. Selah…

Nothing’s wrong with your efforts

Nothing’s wrong with My Grace…

Your priorities are all over the place

Don’t ask me to bless your work

Stop spinning your wheels

Make your house a home

And I will be All  Ears.

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HAPPY EASTER!!!

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