barbaraswrittenwords on Frosted Fields Words We Women Write on Frosted Fields
The wolf told me not to go in, but I didn’t listen. I felt his hot breath on the nape of my neck as he panted. I fell into a puddle and he covered me. He howled at the sliver … Continue reading
The night alights With jagged strikes Illuminating the dark within. The rolling rumble Thundering mumble Clashes God’s goodness with sin.
From the east the breeze had begun. Picking up speed and debris. Hopes, dreams, and broken souls mix With the smiles and laughter of the morning.
I too, am going to die one day; but until then I think I am going to live.
This morning on my way to work I was struck again by the beauty God has created. The fields were encrusted with frozen dew and the seed heads of the overgrown hay bent over by their frosted weight. Across the … Continue reading