Bathed in a buttery softness of golden light,

Touched ever so lightly with God’s own breath,

A powerful creature pads across the horizon,

Burnished antlers glistening,

Exhalation visible in the early morning mist,

Soon his body will call out for ravenous scavenging to sustain,

Through the coming cold and icy winter,

But today,

He roams,

He lolls,

He rests,

He lifts his majestic head to heaven,

And basks in the autumn sun,

Enjoying every last second.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. My daughter-n-law would die for that painting— she loves moose— as do I but I think she has me beat

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