Since it’s Thursday, I’ve decided to opt for a rerun today. This was written two years ago, when in the midst of the pandemic. We all had a lot of issues at that time. We were fighting the battle of a lifetime. This poem illustrates some of those feelings.

The beat of a different drummer, the rhythm that forms its song,

The ratta-tat-tat of the lonely drum, creating a deafening, mortal, gong,

The march of weary, blood torn feet, continue with reverence.

Over roads where death awaits, like a pale horse’s countenance.

Often our words get in the way, they pound deep within our heart,

Tearing away at others’ thoughts, breaking a friendship apart,

In our narrow way of thinking, to pursue what we believe,

We sever close relationships, which we never can retrieve.

Is it worth it to beat the drum, do our words mean anything,

They injure more than a bullet, they create a deadly sting,

They need to be thought out fully, before we utter a word,

So tempers don’t flare or fester and anger will not be stirred.


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. oneta hayes says:

    I have had to pray this week that God would take the sting out of some words to my grandson. I was quite harsh. I don’t know whether I would say the same thing again but I might stress the good words more.

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  2. BT says:

    It is experience which gives a poem its depth…

    I may not be able to write such words but its experienced is etched into my history.

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  3. Well said Kathy. Your verses fill with a theme which is frequently in my prayers. May the world run from its negativity and pursue a new drummer.

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