Through words and pictures, we walk the winding trails of the untamed west. As a Wyoming Christian author, I breathe the beauty around me, transferring it to paper. I dare all to take the leap into God's country. Learn of its untold stories and reveal for yourself . . . where the wild meets the Forgiven.
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A Blast from the Past
I had a little setback this week. Instead of leaving the blog empty for the week, I decided a little blast from the past was in order. I will post a poem or two of mine until I can get my feet under me and get my blog in order to get it posted, hopefully in a few days.
The first one is a poem I wrote when I first met my husband-to-be. I hope you like it!
You stand by me, left and right,
In both good times and in bad.
You wake me when I am tired
And cheer me when I am sad.
You stand beside me, first and last,
To keep me standing tall.
You hold me when I cry
And catch me when I fall.
You stand behind me, present and past,
To love me more than life.
We brace ourselves 'gainst the world
Withstanding its toil and strife.
I love you with all my heart,
For always and forever.
To be with you is my prayer,
Walking through life together.
After 24 years together, the Lord is still answering my prayer. Thank you, Lord!
Falling Rock: A Short Story Once upon a time, in a small Indian
village, a brave warrior called Falling Rock fell in love with the chief’s daughter. She returned
his love and they went before the chief to ask for permission to wed. “You
say you love my daughter. Is this true?” The old chief looked to his youngest
daughter, the most beautiful of his children. “Yes,
Father. He loves me and I love him. Please let us marry.” Her small hands
grasped his gnarly ones and he narrowed his beady eyes at the warrior. “What
do you have to offer for this union, young warrior?” He
watched as the bravery seemed to seep out of the man at his question. “I
have nothing, my chief. I do not own any animals or fancy cloth. I can offer my
service and my loyal protection.” His black eyes met the daughter’s. “To you
and yours for the rest of my days.” “I
have that already, my man. I wish you to complete me a task. If you are
successful, you will have permission to marry my daughter. Do you agree?” The
stage… Raving Lunacy I search
every hidden realm in the computer for my lost words.I dig into the recycle bin, the hard drives,
the documents and picture files looking for the elusive data.No bits or bytes are to be found.Strands of hair fall by my chair and unkind
words caress the ceiling.My husband
listens to the moans and groans for a little while then asks the one question
I do not want to hear.
"Did you save
DID I SAVE THEM?Of course, I saved them!I always
save them!What kind of an airheaded
writer does NOT save their work?Do I
look like an airheaded writer?NO!Of course not, that is because I SAVE MY
WORK!(I did say raving lu…