On 8th November 2014, about 6 weeks after my little boy died, I finally got to lay him to rest and have a memorial service. I wrote this for him and read it out in front of a crying church. … Continue reading
On 8th November 2014, about 6 weeks after my little boy died, I finally got to lay him to rest and have a memorial service. I wrote this for him and read it out in front of a crying church. … Continue reading
Written to my angel son born sleeping on 29.09.14 – This was the first of many love poems I have written to my precious little man… Rest in peace my little miracle, my handsome wise little man. May you forever … Continue reading
Little boy, grief Sits steadfast on Mummy’s shoulder. Little rays of light Peak through the angry Clouds of tired sadness. — The many black sraight bottles, that somberely Line up in neat rows — Catching all of Mummy’s tears Of … Continue reading
Standing on this rock, I watch a time less time move in with the: splashing stillness, while the soft, gentle cold water, lovingly surrounds the tiny body mass which endures the pleasure of joy and peace. — Silently the river … Continue reading
I delight in you in a secret place, and I know that you delight in me. You are my food, you are my every breath, and you are all in all to me. Draw me deeper into you. O Lord, … Continue reading
here’s a poem I wrote more then 6 years ago. .. Night air swells around midlife with all that we can hold, into our wistful hearts we sink, to comfort dying souls. We hold hands in union to … Continue reading
My advice is when you listen to this music just close your eyes, and allow the peace of God to transcend on you. It is so powerful and so anointed by the Holy Spirit. If you want to hear more … Continue reading
Palpations. Racing heart, chest constricting. Nostrils flare. Repeating myself. Breathe Hannah, Breathe. Arms and legs beginning to go numb, weak from lack of oxygen… or from the panic that wants to set in. I will not let the panic set … Continue reading
Gentle whispers caresses my broken heart. Melodies of love and hope is breathed across brokenness of deep human trembles. —– Tender moments of restful quiet with God, my Savior, as I sit on lazy rolling hills underneath dawns soft light … Continue reading
Sleep as elusive as a butterfly passing Into the blue mists of forgotten dreams Across the horizon of God’s land Hope exists with promises From heaven —– Insurmountable mountains to cross Desert plains in deep anguish Snake-like legacies bind Into … Continue reading