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June | 2015 | Living With Fulfillment
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Poetry from a Pensacola lady. June 27, 2015. June 28, 2015. What do I do with this zealous for life? The rain pours down and begs me to follow its somberness. I resist and it only makes stark the contrast between the high I feel and its low. It is beautiful though…the delicate patterns of droplets that hit the pavement- almost intoxicatingly downing; it drowns my thoughts. How is there so much beauty in such melancholiness? I yearn to go outside as I stare out of the coffee shop window, but do I dare?
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August | 2015 | Living With Fulfillment
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Poetry from a Pensacola lady. August 1, 2015. August 2, 2015. We try and look for meaning out of life and what we want or what God wants of us, and sometimes even just getting caught up in thought, we forget to be present in time. If I’m always thinking and planning for the future then I miss out on today always looking at tomorrow. We can say it a million times but it’s been a challenge to start doing. How about you? What do you see in this moment looking around your room or outside, at work?
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One of those days… | Living With Fulfillment
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Poetry from a Pensacola lady. One of those days…. July 1, 2015. July 2, 2015. Ever have one of those days where nothing seems to go right and the first event seems to only be the first in a long list of domino- effect happenings that continue throughout the day? By the end of the day you’re rethinking everything in life and jumping to the worst possible conclusion and rethinking decisions, doubting yourself and those around you or just plain tired, grumpy and irritable? Again I will say, ‘Rejoice! 4 thou...
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My Gardener | Living With Fulfillment
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Poetry from a Pensacola lady. April 2, 2015. May 19, 2015. Like a sweet rose, dewy with rain- you call for alluring perfection. Exposed into bloom with such fragrant scent- a virtuous, delicate rouge. Though seasons may pass and winter does pruning, your light of daybreak renews. Unfolding true heart, you melt away fears- and I long for your tender embrace. So draw me in near, closer to you- let me absorb your warmth. For I am but a rose- protected by thorns, and you are my gardener; my keeper.
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Poetry from a Pensacola lady. January 16, 2016. January 16, 2016. Gods timing is perfect, this of I’m sure-But I beg Lord,I plead with you this don’t defer! I entrust you with treasures and troves of the heart-To keep me surrendered and never apart-. Of your wonderful plan I’m so hopeful to see-Unfolding this everyday life mystery. Shall I patiently wait or grab life by the horns? The anomaly of truth is revealed in the torn-. September 5, 2015. September 5, 2015. A day in early May I say. August 1, 2015.
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May | 2015 | Living With Fulfillment
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Poetry from a Pensacola lady. May 30, 2015. May 30, 2015. Gone like the breath of wind that never returns is tomorrow. Let your words fall on me like dew and settle; like rain on fragile grass with early morning rise. The sweet taste of hunny ripens the morning glory; a gentle kiss of heaven is sunlight. The vine grows deeper and the fruit more pleasing with every ounce of tenderness you melt. May 22, 2015. May 23, 2015. The dew settles beneath the night sky; waves of wonder search my soul. May 12, 2015.
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Morning Glory | Living With Fulfillment
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Poetry from a Pensacola lady. May 30, 2015. May 30, 2015. Gone like the breath of wind that never returns is tomorrow. Let your words fall on me like dew and settle; like rain on fragile grass with early morning rise. The sweet taste of hunny ripens the morning glory; a gentle kiss of heaven is sunlight. The vine grows deeper and the fruit more pleasing with every ounce of tenderness you melt. The Rain →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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The Rain | Living With Fulfillment
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Poetry from a Pensacola lady. June 27, 2015. June 28, 2015. What do I do with this zealous for life? The rain pours down and begs me to follow its somberness. I resist and it only makes stark the contrast between the high I feel and its low. It is beautiful though…the delicate patterns of droplets that hit the pavement- almost intoxicatingly downing; it drowns my thoughts. How is there so much beauty in such melancholiness? I yearn to go outside as I stare out of the coffee shop window, but do I dare?
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A Whisper | Living With Fulfillment
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Poetry from a Pensacola lady. April 25, 2015. July 15, 2015. A promise- a whisper, deep in the night- my heart turns to you and I’m holding on tight. Where shall we go, just you and I? I’ll cling to you always; my rock and my might. So take me along this winding path- I’ll follow after you- I don’t dare to look back. Whether high or low, come rain or come shine- I’ll give thanks for your glory and to you that you’re mine. Your Presence →. One thought on “ A Whisper. June 28, 2015 at 12:38 pm.
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July | 2015 | Living With Fulfillment
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Poetry from a Pensacola lady. One of those days…. July 1, 2015. July 2, 2015. Ever have one of those days where nothing seems to go right and the first event seems to only be the first in a long list of domino- effect happenings that continue throughout the day? By the end of the day you’re rethinking everything in life and jumping to the worst possible conclusion and rethinking decisions, doubting yourself and those around you or just plain tired, grumpy and irritable? Again I will say, ‘Rejoice! On One...