Gratitude
The Gathering/The Raid
The Gathering/The Raid Workers of Pathways Part Two The concrete of the hospital steps was already seeping cold through the knees of her scrubs. The nurse had not moved since she found the bundle. She just held it held her, Baby Sofia, though she did not have a name yet tight against the warmth of her chest, shielding her from the institutional chill.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
The Immeasurable Listener
The woods remembers all my prayers. The forest recites all my shame. The owls sing all of my praise. And if all those remembers, then He does. He reminded me that divine postponement is not divine rejection, and His blessings will be greater than my cognitive horizon. I sang praises unto Him, and now I wait patiently, knowing He is restless, pursuing not for His sake, but for mine. I sang praises again to the one who made it possible for me to be abundantly encompassed by grace. He is not too far to hear, and my prayers are not in vain, nor trusting Him when He said, “Fear not.” Indeed, divine timing often disguises itself as delay. For He is a loving God.
By Uhone Matshele 11 months ago in Poets
