As I sit at my kitchen table this morning, I become lost in snowflakes and the beautiful, bright cardinals making their way to the bird feeder on the deck. The setting befalls peace, and this time of year especially, we all need an extra helping of peace. As we celebrate Christ’s birthday and welcome another new […]
In my garage stands a filing cabinet that has remained closed for over three years, but a few weeks ago on a sunny, Saturday afternoon, I opened the drawers, one at a time to inspect the contents– to sort the items to keep from those to recycle or donate. Three years ago every item I […]
It’s a one-hour delay for students A meeting time for teachers topic unknown. acronym foreign THEN She speaks in a weighted tone filled with cold examples and questioning statistics BLIND SIGHTED. I’m stuck in this room. surrounded on all sides. It’s my job so I must stay. Yet, that hole in my heart widens while […]
How about the athletes and actors who earn millions each year switch experiences and pay checks with our veterans! I challenge these talented people to stop using their “stage” for politics. I don’t care what you think of President Trump. I care that you are kind and that you use your platform for good. Taking […]
So I bought the shirt because I knew I should, would feel guilty if I didn’t. Then, I logged onto FB and saw all these posts asking me to re-post so people know I’m listening. Suicide Awareness. Apparently, Sept. 22 is the one day we humans are to stop and show awareness for this act […]
by Angela St.Clair exhaustion envelops inspiration motivates escape wheezing interrupts prophetic, comforting lyrics of vinyl stale air saturated with Pain hangs in the room foreshadowing the end of choice loss and brokenness fight to choke anger and confusion just as gratitude invades and a longing for peace promises to conquer
by Angela St.Clair Beauty beckons the dirt road lost in towering trees Cobwebs and dust decorate displaying the intricate art of the mansion from a dream Birds talk. Leaves whistle. Wasps warn. as the music distracts Musty dampness lingers while the day’s sweat ignites comfort PEACE befalls the anxiety-laden longing Why How What If only […]
by Angela St.Clair. May 24, 2017 Today, I will go to my Daddy’s land to honor him, to mourn him to be still and feel God’s embrace Today marks three years since he left me and shattered my heart, my soul By God’s grace, I am not lost in my grief but I am growing […]
a circa 1992 poem written by my Daddy, Gene Drennan Night is far spent. the day is at hand. Cast off your works of darkness it’s high time you take your stand. the Lord shall come As a thief in the night Awake out of your sleep And stand in His glorious light
It doesn’t have to be a national day in June to remember Our Dads. “Our Dads” by Angela St.Clair Family by marriage, yet acquaintances Born two decades apart and neither saw sameness in their journeys Yet, now, after they’re gone I see I see farm boys raised to work to respect to value I see […]
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