The Pillars in my life that I count on and trust The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost they shore my failings up   thank you ttucro

The dream house on the hill spends most of its time alone and still the laughter is gone ……dropped into boxes that have no new home It had high expectations that it would serve you well but all it’s memories are surrounded by arguments and accusations that greet everyone at the door and reminds them…

The tables turn when we become big and leave small the things we perceived as a child are dismissed as we become adults those big things because small and those small things become big we flip sides when our reasoning brings awareness and we give credence to many things as a child we would dismiss…

Dear friend I can’t make life go away you each have things that have made you change Best to remember the good that was done, a beautiful daughter, a handsome son, forgive and pray and try to move on……allowing each to heal and forgive what was said and what was left undone Here for you…

That my life could be as colorful and purposeful as this Rag Rug from so many worn out and frayed fabrics these pieces have been formed to create a tapestry that is soft on my feet and vibrant in its many colors and many tones I am worn and weathered but still feel lively and…

What others see I hope will be the loving God inside of me May His Love shine through So when other look at me I pray they will see….You Image Ttucro

The windows cracked and I hear the sound of the wind in the trees and feel the gentle touch of the breeze the Earth 🌍 sings…..if you are still you can hear a symphony of the approaching night and it’s sounds the song sings of the cycle as this ball spins bringing light to some…

I heard clearly what you were saying and your lips never moved.                      The look on your face.                    That struggling smile          Your hands that kept trying to comfort each other The wind had…

I’m making this soup…….we’ll call it “Life” I want it to be good and have it spiced just right Not to hot and not to mild…. Just enough of everything that you want more So I’m making this soup for me and for you and I hope it does what good “Soup” can do Be…

Watching clothes tumble in a dryer at a laundromat we all are turning…. Some faster than others but still turning Our epoch essay is being written with or without our help sometimes we spin so fast we get twisted and tangled like the clothes in the dryer and when the pressure gets to much reluctantly…