The road this week had twists and turns
And some of them were bad
Amazing how much fuel it burns
I used most what I had
I barely make it through the week
Before I’m out of gas
The filling station I now seek
I can’t afford to pass
The “engine” sputters, then won’t go
My inner demons scoff
Before my gas gauge got this low
I should have topped it off
By missing church the “tank” goes dry
It leaves you in a lurch
It’s obvious the reason why
So Sunday’s, I’m in church
I know the “fuel” that gets me there
And Who I am to thank
Each time I worship God in prayer
It’s topping off my tank
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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The Body Remembers
The body remembers what the mind tries to outrun. It remembers every storm, every rupture, every season of survival you forced yourself through. It remembers the nights you held yourself together with nothing but breath and grit. It remembers the mornings you rose anyway, even when rising felt like lifting a collapsed building off your own chest. The body keeps its own archive, written in muscle, breath, pulse, and instinct. Long after the mind rewrites the story, the body still carries the original draft.
By Elisa Wontorcika day ago in Poets
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So true! He keeps us safe and sustained.
God is an amazing provider if we put our focus on him not our problems. God Bless 🙏🏼