My Body Hid a Secret
This is an account of my own life journey, from my early days struggling to survive the effects of congenital birth defects and resultant trauma, through my adolescence to adulthood. My life really has been a miracle. I hope you will enjoy reading, for certain God is faithful..
Heartbeat paintings
Heartbeat poem
- I WISH I WAS A LINGUIST
O to be fluent in the language of silence.
The still small voice in a raging storm,
A broken heart in a crowded room.
To pan a river, discovering gold,
Promoting others, young and old.
Discovering provision, treasure map of life,
The pearls that form from pain and strife.
The pulse of love in the clamour and throng,
The language of silence is my song.
It’s time to live again
Heartbeat Reflections
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- Alone
These empty days and lonely nights When there is no one to share my thoughts, No warm and soft male… - My friend BarbaraYour the sweetest girl right from the beginning always caring Right from her heart One drop then two drops And…
- God in action
In a town very close to Glasgow called paisley. I was born. In 1973. To two very young childhood sweetheart…