The Helper

God is the helper

Woman is the helper

Somehow the treatment

Has been vastly different

Throughout history

What are we missing in this term?

To treat God as the inferior

Breaks relationship with God

To treat woman as the inferior

Creates much of the pain of history

Yet people quickly realized anyone can be

The helper

And so slavery has long existed

But God is my helper

And he is neither my inferior

Nor my servant/slave

The helper is simply one who

Works with us in partnership

Leaving us working as a team

Moving Toward Poetry

Book two is on the horizon

But soon it will be close

Enough to work with

Close enough to choose

What it will contain

Six months of writing

Provides movement for choice

The Rewrite Continues

Writing fiction and yet trying to keep

Reality in mind

With made up characters

In a made up story

In a real location

Does keep the balance between

Fiction and reality interesting

The Painting

An autumn scene

Painted in oils by Grandma

Many years ago

Propped on the window sill

As encouragement to creativity

My Walk

Standing by the road

Watching me as I pass by

Calm and peaceful

Yet fully aware of my presence

The deer have become climatized

To me and to Andrew

There are no high fences between us

Yet they stay and graze

While they keep an eye on us

As we walk by

It has taken five months

Of almost daily early morning walks

Up my hill in the country

To reach this point

A city girl on a country walk

Amazed

Rewriting

Questions to ponder

While rewriting a story

To make the flow smooth

Bottle of Ink

Intense liquid words

Kept safe in a bottle

Ready for paper