Talent Needed to Save the World You should have been swaddled in the warmth of a silk palace, not wrapped in scraps, cradled in a barn by unwed parents. Your star, the only one on the Hollywoo...
Wash the stench of despair from my soil until blight is pruned and joy sprouts in defiant abundance. The post Spring Clean And Find Hope appeared first on Turning the Page on Suicide .
Wrinkled, unkempt, weary. Sometimes, the sluggishness of despair, refuses to stumble out of bed, prepare, or repair you. The post Iron Out Despair appeared first on Turning the Page on Suic...
I am in the furnace of God’s presence Where all I’ve learned from scripture of your character becomes tangible, concrete, and battle-tested by false belief. Pushed into the furnace of God’s...
Winter, cool and blue, seeps into the naked earth, hope warms. Fall’s last breath. The post Finding Hope In Winter (Haiku) appeared first on Turning the Page on Suicide .