My daughter Elouise’s birthday is coming up on Saturday.  With this impending birth-date, my heart grieves silently.  i curl myself into a tiny ball at home and I weep for what could have been. God’s peace will transcend.  I trust … Continue reading →

Silent tears roll Every tear counts God weeps with me.   I feel like a rabbit caught in a Cars headlight frozen to the spot Not knowing how to move forward. Look to the cross Sit in God’s presence.   … Continue reading →

I have been challenged.  Really challenged lately.  After hearing a testimony of Jules sitting at the cross every day for more than two years, it has blown me over.  What a challenge – for all of us, to not take … Continue reading →

This poem was written in November 2009 after I lost my first child.  At the time I didn’t know what the road ahead of was going to be like.  But thanks to my Micheline, i became closer to God.  Interestingly … Continue reading →

You ask me how I am doing? But the moment I open My mouth you turn around Don’t want to listen To my broken heart You close your ears To not hear the pain You close your eyes So you … Continue reading →

This poem was written on 18 December 2014, about 2.5 months after my son died.  I tried to picture what God would be saying to me through nature.  I guess in the moment that i wrote this poem i felt … Continue reading →

The poem despair I wrote in January 2015 when I was in the midst of a severe depression.  I couldn’t get out of it.  Wherever I turned I just saw darkness.  I was plagued with nightmares.  I was alone. Fighting … Continue reading →

© 2016 Microsoft Terms Privacy & cookies Developers English (United States) Day after day Standing amongst strangers Full of awkwardness Elevator conscious. ~~~ Eyes staring down A dozen feet around me Eyes averted Crisis minimized ~~~ Elevator stops Shuffling of … Continue reading →

Birth met death.  Death blended in with birth.  Death ripped hope out And only broken reflections  Of a future remained.    Time slowly moved forward  What was disappeared into  The sands of grief And what remained was Broken puzzle pieces. … Continue reading →

I can see myself standing at the edge of the wilderness.  I can feel the wind on my cheeks as i imagine myself standing on top of a cliff-side my arms up in the air in complete surrender as I … Continue reading →