I Didn't Like Your Post
A brief meditation on Facebook, fear, and the love (fear) of men.
𐄉 Poetry, Prayer, Praise
In crafting verse / The will is free; / Of praise, naught requir’d, / ‘cept we honour thee. // Yet those so called / Free off’ring will / Praise of your glory / In our hearts instil.
Be Gone!
Mental health ... or ill-health. We have treasure in jars of clay. This poem spilled onto the page one afternoon after long days of caring for those I love who bravely endure the pain of mental ill-health. Perhaps these words express something familiar to you too. Be gone! Be gone, you