Okay, life is tough
Complicated, complex, rough
It’s supposed to be
How can we see
Where we lost our way
Unless we find out where we went wrong?
Here’s to finding life’s path; be strong!
Deborah A. Bowman
Where Did I Go Wrong?
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Easter…
A time of reflection and renewal
An adamant and firm refusal
To let sadness rule my day
As I look to God, I will find a way
To be happy and release the grief
To find blessed love and relief
God who gave his only son
Grieved on a Friday, withheld the sun
The rain His tears upon the earth
On Sunday morn, risen in new birth
His Son ascended to be with His Father
We were given eternal life and forgiveness
So there is no more grief and sadness
All souls dwell in the glory of the Lord
I rejoice in this Easter morn…
Deborah A. Bowman Stevens
The Future …
Some days I feel like I have come so far, done so well
Since a year ago, when my world literally ended for me.
But then, I get a heavy feeling in my gut and the bells of doom kell
Their heavy tolls, awakening me to the emptiness within my heart.
I look around and watch sadness creep in like waves
Through my soul, my mind, my body, showing me the grave
That I do not have the courage to visit.
How do I keep the feeling of accomplishment and resist
The bells that ring in tandem to random thoughts of loss?
There is no way to shine from heaven the unknown gloss … of forever, together.
Deborah A. Bowman
Seeing through an artist’s eye… Write what you see!
Oil painting by Mary Eunice Bowman (copyrighted 2016)
Seeing through an artist’s eye
Opened a new world for me
As an author, I was penning the big scene
Forgetting bits of glory I should see
To create word paintings in delicate sighs
Of rich colors, graphic words, short strokes of awe
I see because of my artist mother; thanks Ma!
Deborah A. Bowman
The Versatile Blogger Award Nominated by Kim from I Tripped Over a Stone
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Many thanks to Kim from http://www.itrippedoverastone.com for nominating me for The Versatile Blogger Award.
Kim suffers from Fibromyalgia and she always inspires me with her words of wisdom.
She has written The ShadowBoxer’s, Fighting Fibromyalgia, Your Personal Journal. which happens to be the first interactive journal about fibromyalgia ever published on Amazon.
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Seven things about me:
- Like Kim I suffer from Fibromyalgia. It has influenced my life since 2003, when I succumbed to a plethora of symptoms that were quite frightening. However, I have been…
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The Elusive Souls
Dare to Capture the Elusive Souls?
Standing stones of antiquity … prehistoric vintage…
What hands fashioned this fantasy on earth?
What type of man and woman with ancient lineage
Knew how to create the energy and give birth
To a masterpiece of rock and nature
To fill the minds of evolved beins for all eternity?
They who ventured forth to find and nurture
The natural essence of relearning so as to see
The life of gods and goddesses,
Who once lived upon this planet
Before time and reason vanquished priestesses
Of the otherworldly amongst the gamut…
Surrealism, wizardry, soothsayer,
Magick, druidism, and worship…
Faith of water, sky, soil, and fire
By divine deities who flourished,
Secreted in our world:
No longer remembered or nourished
By nature’s abundance and song.
Where have the elusive souls gone?
Original Painting of Stonehenge and Poem by Deborah A. Bowman
The Ultimate Unknown…
As children the passage of time seemed endless and slow like dripping wax. Now we blink our eyes and everything has changed. Even a happy medium would allow us to catch our breath before being hurled into the unknown again.
Deborah A. Bowman
