la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon
Original works of poetry, fiction, creative non-fiction and essays by A. M. Wilsonne
Inspired by Psalm 91 and Deuteronomy 1:29-31 I scramble up my Father's breast fingers buried in his feathered chest strokes of down engulf my arms and legs. I cling to Him, my Refuge, my Fortress, warm to rest. There nestled, though mostly shielded in the shadow of his valiant neck, misted sun rays reach... Continue Reading →
I am your garden Tend to what needs tending to Prune what needs pruning Root out what needs to be rooted out Plant Make me healthy By your hands Make me flourish May your glorious handiwork Bloom from my dirt Where there's no doubt of other forces at work I am honored to be ground... Continue Reading →
I don't know if I can or if I can and won't Ideas, sweet like a dream Reality, a joke. Bitter in my mouth, the risk of hope not turning out to be I spit it out. Defiant toward what some call, "But 'tis your destiny!" My back now turned. Caught by my eyes the... Continue Reading →
Je suis du sable suspendu, lancée de ma boite perspective étendue au-delà de ma compréhension au-delà de mes conceptions de la vie au-delà de mes convictions. Je suis du sable suspendu, lancée de ma boite! jeté en l'air éloigné de la terre ... Continue Reading →
'Quand on aime, on n'a pas peur. L'amour parfait chasse la peur. En fait, on a peur quand on attend une punition. Celui qui a peur n'aime donc pas de façon parfaite.' 1 Jean 4:18 >Je réfléchissais à ce verset, 1 Jean 4:18. Voici les réflexions qui me sont venues à l'esprit. Que vous suiviez... Continue Reading →
