E. C. Mira
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I’m a poet at heart, always chasing the quiet moments and turning them into words. Most of what I write is poetry, but every now and then inspiration pulls me in new directions.
www.poetrybyecmira.com
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Larkspur
It climbs like a spell spoken slowly. Blue, violet, sometimes white, as if sky had found a way to root itself. Larkspur is delicate only at a distance. Up close, it’s tall, lean, and strange; petals shaped like wings, like spurs, like something halfway between bloom and gesture. It grows fast, then vanishes without fuss. Poisonous, they say, but only if you don’t know how to look.
By E. C. Mira8 months ago in Poets
God of Malice
Rina Kent’s God of Malice: A Dark Romance That Pulls No Punches If you’re looking for a love story built on mutual respect and emotional growth, this one just isn’t it. This book is gripping, dark, and unrelenting in its portrayal of a twisted love story—one that thrives on obsession, control, and mind games. God of Malice kicks off the Legacy of Gods series. A set of standalone novels set in the same world.
By E. C. Mira10 months ago in BookClub
Art and Worship
The soft, swelling music of the piano filled the room, blending with the gentle hum of voices in unison. Every note seemed to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken prayers, hanging in the air like a sacred offering. The atmosphere at Resonate Worship and Arts Conservatory was electric with a sense of expectancy, as though the room itself was leaning forward, waiting for something extraordinary to unfold. The worship team began to play the familiar chords of Jireh, and the melody seemed to resonate deep within Bella’s chest, stirring emotions she had buried for weeks. In the dimmed light, Bella stood in the third row, her hands trembling slightly as she closed her eyes. She had almost skipped the event, too exhausted from the burdens she had been carrying—financial uncertainty that kept her awake at night and the ache of a relationship that felt like it was slipping through her fingers. But here she was, standing among the crowd, unsure of what she needed but desperate for something to change. The words “You are enough” spilled out across the room like waves, crashing over her heart and washing away the isolation she had been drowning in. Her chest rose and fell with deep, uneven breaths as tears began streaming down her face, not out of sadness, but from an overwhelming realization: she wasn’t alone in her pain.
By E. C. Mira12 months ago in Photography
