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Where My Shoes Have Taken Me.
My shoes were scuffed before I knew the word for pain Kindergarten feet, heavy with shame Too round, too slow, too strange to play Mocked for what I couldn’t change each day
By Test6 months ago in Poets
Graves Into Gardens.. Top Story - July 2025.
The day my father died is marked in my memory forever, not only because of the sorrow it brought but because of something extraordinary that happened. It felt like heaven reaching out to touch me.
By Test7 months ago in Writers
Soft As Morning Light.
He brought me yellow, soft as morning light, A gift that turned a simple day to bright. No grand parade, no flourish, pomp, or praise Just color wrapped in quiet, thoughtful ways.
By Test7 months ago in Poets
Trigger Words and Tranquility.
Buzzwords make me twitch "Resonated… Becoming…" Sacred? Lord, I snap.
By Test7 months ago in Poets
Teas That Make You Beautiful From the Inside Out.
There is a kind of beauty that has nothing to do with how you look. It has everything to do with how you feel. It shows up in the way you speak, the way you carry yourself, the way you respond to the world around you. And often, that kind of beauty comes from rest. From balance. From nourishment that goes deeper than a quick fix.
By Test7 months ago in Blush
Start Your Day Right: A 10-Day Prayer Challenge to Transform Your Mornings.
Each day, the world seems to begin in a rush. Notifications, deadlines, worries, they hit us the moment we wake up. But what if, instead, we started our day in peace? What if we invited God into our mornings before anything else? What if we reset our thoughts before the world could shape them?
By Test7 months ago in Motivation
Making Room.
I moved the chairs today, angled them both toward the screen, so we could sit side by side, legs almost touching, sharing popcorn and quiet laughter.
By Test7 months ago in Poets
Has Any Human Being Really Ever Been to Space?
I am not a scientist. I have never studied physics, engineering, or astronomy. Scientific reasoning does not come naturally to me. I rely more on common sense and personal observation than on data and equations. And when it comes to the story we have been told about space exploration, I cannot help but feel that something is off.
By Test7 months ago in Humans
The Curve Beneath Us.
Just as the world tilts forward not a quake, not a cry but the hush before the glass slips from the ledge I feel it. Your hand still warm on my hip the window wide to let in the hush of leaves, the long exhale of night.
By Test7 months ago in Poets
"Sorrows of Satan" and the Stories That Become Us.
Some books do not just pass through your hands. They quietly take root in your soul. I was about eleven or twelve when I first encountered The Sorrows of Satan by Marie Corelli. It was not a book I picked up out of curiosity or saw trending anywhere. It came into my life because someone believed I could handle it — a book far older than I was, written in a language far more ornate than anything I was used to. My English literature teacher, Mr. Zachariah, was the kind of teacher you do not forget: gentle, perceptive, and quietly brilliant. He placed the book in my hands as if handing over something sacred.
By Test7 months ago in BookClub
Ready For Love.
Love is not a sudden blaze But a quiet flame that stays Growing slow with patient hands In soil rich from chosen plans.
By Test7 months ago in Poets
Daffodils.
You can listen to this poem here: When I closed my eyes I did not ask for flowers but there they were swaying in a field I have never walked and somehow still remembered.
By Test7 months ago in Poets