I arise to start my day
     yawning and yearning to stay in bed.
The sun has yet to shed his light and
     so by the moons fading glow,
          I gaze out my window at the misty meadow...smokey and grey.

My mood does change more sour as
      I feel the damp cold darkness tug at my soul.
For I know things come running from out of the mist
     the things that come a running never miss...

I shudder then shower and dress... ready for the day.
     I head for the door, once again feeling the chill of the mist,
          even as the sun starts up his burning fire...

As I head down my drive I can barely see the sun
     but I notice the mist is starting to burn
          and I hear the call of the cat tails from within the swampy marsh.
I begin to calm my fears but I can still feel the chill
     and shudder yet again...
Then from the gloom I hear the mist scream out as the sun's
     warm rays start to penetrate it's smokey gloom.

I almost reach the bend in the road on my drive;
     then my phone begins to ring
           I fumble for it and look away...
From the edge of nowhere...it was lurking...lingering
    waiting...running came the misty moan
          I hear it but its too late...there is no sun here.

For I know things come running from out of the mist
     and the things that come a running never miss...
I'm shuddering and cold and know I too am one
                 that disappeared in the marsh... below the meadow
                                   with the misty moan...

                                                                          JLCL (c)

Time doesn't remove the hurt, it just helps it to heal.
There are many stepping stones on our path called life,
they either help us along, delay our progress, or dump us on our ***...

We learn a lesson from all the stones but it's the Rocks, you see that keep us going...

Rocks are the ones we can't move or step on. We pass them by, climb on them, sit in their shadows, and leave them behind.

Then some where on our journey we turn around and in the distance; we can see them  towering above our broken path, waving us on or welcoming us home...

JLCL aka Jennifer L. Clark (c)  2/2016

I felt the love of God today
  it tugged roughly on my heart...
With tears in my eyes I leaned in to kiss our Warrior's brow.

His breath was slow and shallow
   like a gentle summer breeze caressing my cheek.
As we all waited and watched our giant Warrior became silent and still.

We stood vigilantly by his side
   hand and hand softly crying each fighting our own storm.
God's breath touched our Warrior and then silently softly
    called him home.

Whisked away on angel wings to Heavens' Keep
      to help reign and watch over us all.

JLCL (c) 2013

ALONE

Sometimes I sit alone in utter darkness...
The sun is shining and I see happiness all around me.
I can't share in it, my soul is sad...Distracted.
The light laughter can not penetrate my mood.

I feel like an Eagle that can not fly.
Sad as a sparrow who can not sing.
I run and I run to reach the right path...
and smack into a glass wall that peers into a forest.

It's beautiful and vast...but I can not express my joy...

Jennifer Lynn Clark  2016 (c)

I LISTEN TO THE WORDS OF THE PREACHER
    BUT I ONLY HEAR MY SINS
          CRYING, LAUGHING, PLACING ME ELSEWHERE.

I WONDER WHERE I WILL END UP?
     KNOWING GOD ONLY KNOWS
          I HAVE TO CHANGE, I HAVE TO STOP IT...
                                         END IT.

"The Lord confides in those who fear Him; He makes His covenant known to them." ~Ps. 25:14~

I SIT UPON A ROCK OF LIES
     AS I WATCH THE SUN SET DOWN
          I NEVER WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN,
                   NOT EVEN ONCE...

IT DID AND I THOUGHT IT WAS LOVE
     TRUE LOVE, NOW I KNOW DIFFERENT
            I SEE AND FEEL THE DIFFERENCE
                     THAT WHICH BEFORE NOW...I WAS BLIND TO.

IT'S SUNDAY AGAIN...I LISTEN TO THE PREACHER
     HIS WORDS FALL UPON MY EARS LIKE A DRUM
               BEATING LOUDLY
                           TARING OUT MY HEART.

THE MUSICAL NOTES FROM THE CHOIR
              GENTLE, CALMING WORDS OF PEACE
                            IN A SONG

THEIR VOICES BLEND TOGETHER, SOOTHING MY PAIN
     SETTING MY EMOTIONS FREE
                   TEARS FALL LIKE RAIN FROM MY EYES

TEARS THAT ROLL AND DROP
     ON TO THE OPEN PAGES OF MY HYMNAL
                SLIGHTLY BLURRING THE CONTENT

"Let's All Pray Together on Our Knees"

I'M NOT SINGING
     FOR MY SOUL IS IN DISCONTENT
                  THE DEVIL'S IN MY MIND AND HE WANT TO GO

MY HEART, ON THE OTHER SIDE, WANTS TO STAY
     IT IS SAYING, STAY...LISTEN...LET HIM GO~

Jennifer L. Lowman (C) 2017

Tis a long but forgotten thing, penning out ones thoughts while being alone with oneself. Never enough time to be alone.  Oh how paper and pen in hand,  made me feel so alive, more alive then actual living.

I could sit for hours and stare into the soulless world, with out a care
     then my pen in hand, write a endless symphony that flowed
     effortlessly from my heart and mind like water over rocks.

I felt alive in a way that only another writer could know. I rarely visit myself here and feel as if...

     I am lost in a cloud.

When darkness engulfs my world
and the war inside my head rages on
I look for you on the battlefield, you are not there.

The pounding drums in my brain
resonate with my heartbeat, neither in tune
You start my day off with mean words
Then leave me to my will

There is no mercy in your voice, no empathy
just your way, your words, your house
I am but a mere shadow, a grey shell of a mouse
I can not forget, I can not let it be

You pull the shroud over me and only lift it
When it is convenient for you, your will to give the light
I am done. I am spent for the last time.

When darkness comes again, I will submit
I will let the war go on and fight you in my mind,
with my heart and soul...

I will seek you on the battlefield and not stop, until
The darkness consumes or I reach the realm of light.

(c) Jennifer L. Clark

Time has a way of turning the tables
    as I await a new generation's arrival
I remember like yesterday, lying here
     breathing heavy with your life force

Time has come full circle, my baby's
     having a baby...
I stand guard, eyeing her lover
     making sure he does his part
I watch the Dr., nursing staff and monitors
     eyeing them all like a hawk, guarding her fledgling

I wonder in awe at the amazing strength of my daughter
     I cry for the love between her and her lover
Time has come, with a steady hum and a push
     Amazing Grace! Now he is here...

Time has stopped for a moment, waiting on his first
     breath of life...

Roman Micah, Welcome to the Word!!