Work of Hearts

  See My Soul I want my heart to be seen before anyone measures me Before numbers Before scales Before quiet glances that try to shape me Into something lighter to hold There’s already beauty with me That starts within my eyes  Because what I look toward What I pursue What I surrender to That's where real beauty lives I’m accepted now Not months from now Not after a transformation story Not after a before- and -after reveal Right now my soul is seen  And if one day I step on a scale and I’m lighter Let is be something that doesn’t cost me my peace to gain I only want to lose anything in me that doesn’t Honor God Actually I want to gain Purpose Prayer Time The presence of God  Which already recognizes me as art His art. I will keep becoming me Not for acceptance  But from it.  S. Ambrose, 2026

  Held They gave me a title before they gave me a goodbye Called me “Teacher of the Year:  Like it was a crown that couldn’t slip. I believed they chose me as much as I chose them Believed in the applause, the handshakes, and the nods  That said , “you matter here!” Maybe my grief began when I trusted again It’s never about one loss Not a job Not people Not a place that once felt like purpose That tried to stitch stitched itself into my soul as if it were my No-  It’s about the moment I realized I was temporary again When I was told I was essential It’s about another ending season that didn’t announce itself.  The part no one prepared you for is How something can celebrate you and still let you go How people  can see your heart and still release you without trembling It’s not just grieving the breathing It’s grieving believing words again. –Then the memories flood in– Friendships that felt like family until they felt like distance Relationships that spoke i...

Two and a Half Weeks S. Ambrose, 2025 Two and a half weeks since the ground gave way, Since you boxed up my future and asked me to pray. Trust shattered loud and fear opened wide, But in the unknown, my faith and courage refused to hide. The doors you slammed shut echoed with doubt, But I chose to believe God would work it all out. Each morning I woke up and whispered a plan, Placing each step in the grip of a far greater Hand. There were tears laced with hope, heartache, and fight, Some shimmered with promise like a rainbow's light. Then, deep in my stillness, I heard a clear call: “Don’t give up now, I’ve been here through it all.” When windows of opportunity swung open wide, I could finally breathe; my fear stepped aside. Not just one offer came, but the blessings of three! More than I asked for, more than I dreamed to see. Two and a half weeks — I fought through a surprise storm. Faith was my shelter, and hope kept me warm. Protected by God's fierce flame, with joy I can...

A Championship Celebration for the 75th touchdown S. Ambrose, 2025 At 75, your legacy stands tall With meaningful stories and humor so bright. You've been a rock through it all, A dependable guy -A very bright light   You lead by doing, not just with talk. You showed how a man should be, Full of purpose with a humble walk. With wisdom, you've helped many find their Glee   Sports- your lifelong thread! Within Fields, on greens, in alleys, or on the court, You coached, played, Led, and bled To give each game your heart and full support.   My home was built on love and prayer With joy and faith within each hall. A sacred space, so rich and rare You showed me the love of Jesus since I was small.   You sparked my soul for youth ministry When you answered God's call, And the times when I couldn't clearly see- You reminded me that God is there through it all.   People still talk about the way that you led, Lives you touched, and hearts you've stirred. People listen to...

Radiant Resilience Shelly Ambrose A fiery flame flickers free Lighting the way for those who dare to see. She holds a spark within this world, A truth so raw, it won’t be hurled. She’s not afraid to show what's real, To flow and feel, her heart’s a wheel. She guards every piece of her heart, Protecting the peace that sets her apart. She’s learned lessons the hard way, No longer afraid to truthfully say: “I won’t sell my soul— Not for anyone, not for anything!” She’ll find her path within her own two feet. At times, she catches an unforgettable beat, Other times, she stumbles, loses the count, Remembering life’s rhythms still unfolding. Does she belong with those who’ve forgotten how to create, Living each day like it’s too late? Or does she belong where hope still gleams, Waking from the numbness of forgotten dreams? She only belongs with those who hear The rhythm that keeps hope near, A melody found beneath the noise, Beyond the glow of lights and lies. She knows life’s ...

Turn the Light On S. Ambrose, 2024 He said I can't see the light But don't have enough fight In me to look for it.  Treading dark waters day after day Has left me with nothing to pray. Is there a switch hidden somewhere within a stitch of my being? What's blocking me from seeing - My lighthouse? She said I can't see my light But others around me shine bright. Whatever shades the rays of my soul Keeps me trapped in a deep, dark hole. I'm too exhausted to look for the light switch in my being. What's blocking me from seeing- My lighthouse? They said We can't see our light,  Don't know what's wrong or right. In a culture of love, I'm blind.  Just feel confusion that doesn't align With creation's creativity. What's blocking me from seeing- My lighthouse? Truth says Maybe you aren't electricity But rather your intricacies Were fashioned by a God who said,  "Let there be light,  I'll take your fight." To see it, you must b...