Haiku Friday - Home Alone Edition

I dream of running
Running from something, some man
I wake up tired.

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In morning's quiet
I ask, I seek, I listen
And I hear Him speak.

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He paints a picture
Of a whole different life
Am I brave enough?

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The kids take over
My room is no longer mine
They are "camping out."

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Her sideways glances
And her upswept auburn hair
Make her beautiful

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Red peeks through the brown
I screwed up my hair color
Well, it is unique...

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Promises to keep
Hardest - the ones to myself
Integrity holds

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My best premise yet
Perhaps not fair to write it
But what if I'm right?

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Nanowrimo 2008 - Gifted

Gifted
She has the gifts most misunderstood, most rejected, most exploited…prophecy, healing, speaking in tongues.
Taught to hide her gifts from childhood, she is horrified when they grow stronger and their presence becomes involuntary through adolescence.
Then what happens when she embraces her gifts, and is tested and fails, and has to find a way to heal again with hands that have killed, has to find a way to speak in tongues again with a voice that has fallen silent, and must prophesy again from a mind that has gone blank?
Who heals the healer? Who can stir the voice of the one who can speak in tongues? Who can open the mind of the prophet?
Soon, and very soon, she will find out.

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