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Rust

Fence rusted and old

leans inward surrounding graves.

Mother, Father visible

Other markings faded from time.

Iron surrounding this plot

for purposes unknown.

What time has worn down

Leaves stories now untold.

Sun glints off crosses

Rusted now adorning arches.

Crosses reflecting hope

Found inside this

Simple country church.

What hopes and dreams

Had these now deceased?


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Participating in the “Rust” Photo Play at The High Calling Focus and at TweetSpeak Poetry.

Conversation

Playing along with the Photo Play at High Calling Focus. This play’s theme was ‘conversation’ and I thought of this first look photo that I took at my sister’s wedding.

Words

Words undo.

Fear, frustration,

splattered without breathing.

Searching for peace

amidst irritation.

The same that wrecks

At my own soul

Forgetting to guard

To use to inspire

To show His heart.

Soaking in His love.

Seeking His will

Instead of my own.

Committing my words

To give His grace once again.

Sharing with The High Calling Random Acts of Poetry.

Photo Play: Chop It Off

I discovered the High Calling Focus blog through Kelly Sauer. I found her blog and photography through twitter somehow.

The photo play at High Calling Focus this week is “Chop It Off.” When I read the post I knew I had the perfect photos that I took while Squirt and I were waiting around for my sister and her team to finish the Mercedes Marathon last Sunday.

Squirt hates to have his photo taken these days. (I’m sure that disappoints the grandparents since there aren’t near as many pics of him on the blog these days.) So I was trying to sneak some photos of him as we were waiting by shooting from my hip without looking through the viewfinder. I did get a couple of complete shots of him, but this one is my favorite.

These are a couple of others that I like. Of my pink converse sneakers. Of course you can’t tell they are pink because I’m in a very black and white mood with my photos lately, but they are. I loved the cobblestone sidewalk we were on.

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