Work of Hearts

  Becoming I i Am a romantic—willing to create                               In favorable fate With words that persuade Others to live unafraid A daydreamer, scribbling in the sky Wordy wings learning  to fly Give me a taste of creative insanity That fulfills a wordsmith’s fantasy                             Evoking memories                                To last centuries For my generation and yours A rhyme that eternally endures i Glance at my favorite  pen That time and time again Sits next to an unused typewriter                        Like a fearless fighter While I text talk thoughts that spin Hypnotized- falling out and in A deep, poetic feet Where passion an...

Despite my day I had much to say Jotted a few phrases Now coffee blazes Mm caffeine! Imagination grows Feelings flow My excitement climbs Doodling rhymes S. Ambrose

I wrote this poem for a Wednesday Word Prompt that a publishing company posted.  The prompt was a picture with a sign that said I miss you. My Heart Needs A Home/Wandering Heart I wasn’t prepared to say goodbye What? How? WHY? Tears flood around My heart, confusion is found Into the stars, I set my gaze Will sadness become my final phase? This can’t be the end of our story! How is this love’s glory? Pleading for strength and comfort With broken words- it hurts Love and grace Seem lost in this place Through past memories- I roam Will I ever find my welcome home ? S. Ambrose

Between Your Mountaintops       I’ve celebrated triumphs and I’ve stood at edges of muddy graves where graveside dirt stained my shoes. Little did I know it would stain my soul too. At times, I felt alone. Other times, I was unaware and too young to care that there were armies of prayer warriors in the background begging angels to surround my situation. I didn’t see that picture of my life until three days ago. The past few days, I cried out from the background for everyone involved in a tragedy.       Every loss brings a different grief experience. Some find relief when a person’s pain ends; others embrace anger and question, “Why didn’t we give them more time to heal?” We are born with an expiration date and warned trials will try to steal our peace.  (John 16:33). Knowledge doesn’t make trials and endings better. When life hurts us, we must make tough choices.   We can shut down, give up   Create a...