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Rescue

Flashing blue lights Watery in my rear view mirror Rain pounds relentlessly Sirens scream past I pause I pray For whoever is in need For officers risking lives to respond For emergency personnel Who cannot unsee what lies ahead For nurses and doctors Who…

Stationary set becomes a gift of life

Daddy didn’t come around when I was a child, but I recall a particular time he brought a small present for each of us. I loved Daddy and presents and didn’t get enough of either in my life. I opened my box with restrained…

Writing Mama

5:30 am Releasing words On blank page Husband stirs, coughs, Releases his own gas Into the atmosphere Cats scratch hungrily at the door Dogs want scratched too, by me Baby calls for mama Another needs covers The third isn’t sure He can go back…

Grief: misunderstanding to compassion

When I first witnessed her grief, I felt pity. In my youth and naivety, I somehow thought I could pray her grief away. How pious. How wrong. How antipathetic.

Our “Dave Ramsey” Family

Our family began the year by taking “Financial Peace University” classes offered by our church. Financial Peace University is a course developed by financial expert Dave Ramsey, teaching people to get out of debt and build wealth using a practical budget system and debt…

Wind

By Regina Cyzick Harlow 3/1/2018 Caterwauling wind Scrapes branches Against my nerves Rattling my soul Leaving me in a constant state of angst Unsettled, unnerved, gloomy Perhaps a kite Or harnessed power experiment Might lift my spirit But instead I’m drinking coffee And sulking…

Creation of the Violin – Revisited

A while back during a writing class I was challenged to re-write a myth. Any myth. In any form. I must have read twenty or more myths before I came across the “Creation of the Violin,” on Wikipedia no less. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Creation_of_the_Violin But this was…

I bargained with God and got my end of the deal! Now what?

For most who know my family, it’s no secret 2017 has been a year of difficulties. I wrote down the “big” things the other day and came up with this list. Husband – mono (severe) and pneumonia (still dealing with symptoms of mono) Me…

The discipline of silence with a singing soul

I was born singing. It’s what I do. Here’s a little rhyme I just made up about it.  I sing when I’m happy, I sing when I’m sad.  I sing when I’m angry, and when things go bad.  The songs and tunes change for…

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