on the horizon

She could taste it on the wind
a particular hardness
a flavor of regret
a reckoning was coming

The luminous sky
gave no hint of the
rage to come

but she knew the mountains
could embrace moisture
like a person holding a grudge

and abruptly
the clouds would converge
in a harrowing shadow
and pour swelling wrath
down on the valley below

#FMF – Include

Joining up with these cool people over at my fave place to link up. One word, five minutes, write and then visit others who have written too 🙂


His fingers
Had performed
Majestic symphonies
With his head flung back
And eyes closed
As the music
Coarsed thru him

With his eyes closed
In surrender
He failed to notice
That his glance
Was not as crisp
As it once was
The lines began
To waft and wane
The notes dancing
Off the page
Creating chaos
Rather than
What he knew
As rhapsody

With tears
Coarsing down his face
He reached out
Touching the page
Willing his fingers
To imprint
The melody
Traced with great care
Each digit
Resting upon
The according note

Moving his hand
From the page
Back to the keys
He willed his mind
To include
What his fingertips read
And translate it
Into the symphony
He once knew

Image: Unsplash – Isaac Ibbott

#FMF – Adapt

Joining up with fellow writers at Five Minute Friday to share our thoughts in five minutes on one topic. Its always great reading what others have written and how they have been inspired

#FMF – Adapt

There wasn’t alot
Of fabric left
The dress had seen
Better days
But it was something
She held fast to

Her grandma
Had sewn it
Piece by piece
From some yards of linen
Carefully preserved
In folds
For a special project
Her first daughter
To be born
Such a gift
The cutting
The sewing
The forming
Of something lovely
From the fabric

And when
The daughter arrived
she filled its folds
With joy
And promise

One day
She grew to big
For the special dress
And it was again
Folded up
For someday

Her own mother
Who had once
Graced these folds
Had brought out
The fabric
so carefully hidden away
And had pressed
And readied it
For her own
Soon to arrive one

And now I stand
She stands
And holds the linen
In soft folds
In my hands
In her hands

And she knew
That any
Further adaptation
To the dress
Would remove
The memories
In threads
Careful hand stitching
In breathes
Prayers breathed over
A little one asleep
In this dress

And while she waited
Her hand rubbing her belly
Wishing peace
On its inhabitant
She hung the dress
Its aged fabric well loved
In anticipation
Of her own daughter

Image: Unsplash – Caroline Hernandez edited in Canva

#FMF – Stuck

Joining up with my dear friends at Five Minute Friday where a one word prompt has us all searching our minds, hearts and fingertips for what moght be spilled out in the alloted five minutes.

FMF – Stuck

She had been
A mighty ship
Full of goods
From one land
Watery chaos
To deliver resources
To another place

She had been
Of mighty warriors
Intent on
Theirs homes
Or making
New homes abroad

She had stood
strong and bold
The envy of
Eyes that saw
Her beauty
Grace and ability

But now

Her remnants
Are encased
In immovable sand
The weight
Buries her
Mighty spine
Her ribs
Barely stay taught

There is
But a whisper
Of her former
Proud life
Prestigious pursuits
She is a remnant
Of what she once

She is

Image – Unsplash – Trevor Cole edited in Canva

#FMF – Turn

FMF – Turn
They litter the lawn
Bright yellow heads
Point their faces

So many gather
A sea of gold
Greets my eye

And while
We often seek
To banish them
From lawn and garden

There are those
Who use them
In salads, tintures
Even as a herbal tea

And as the days pass
The heads begin
Their decay to seed pods
And they resemble clouds

With the slightest breeze
They turn to airborn parachutes
Lifting each seed from
Its tethered hold

The golden sheen
Has turned airborn
New life lifts
On cloudy whisps

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Joining up with Kate and friends as we write for FIVE minutes on ONE prompt and see what happens on the page.

Image: Unsplash – Dawid Zawila edited in Canva

#FMF – Other

Joining with my dear friends at Five Minute Friday as we write for 5 minutes on one common prompt and then see how others have had it speak to them.

Prompt: Other

The fence separates
I’ve never ventured
To the other side

I can see what lays
On its other side
But i can not know it

I try to make use
Of my other senses
To try to steal its essence
But though the fence has gaps
It is willing
To relinquish nothing

The posts are buried deep
The wires stretch taught
I dare not test my finger
A prick of blood
To know it exists

I wonder what
I am being kept from
What is this


Image: Unsplash- Marivi Pazos edited in Canva

#FMF- Release

This week’s Five Minute Friday prompt is RELEASE. Come join us at http://www.fiveminutefriday.com to link up – – – –
The sky is filled
With floating lanterns
As far as the eye can see
We all look heavenward
As the lights
Fill the darkness
With their brillance
Casting shadows
On this inky night

These lanterns
Held in hands
That carefully selected
Each one
Had memories whispered
Hopes, wishes, dreams
And they filled the lanterns
To overflowing

And as the ignition
Was lit
And the fire
Began to fill
The space
The parchment
With what it contained
Dancing in the light

Hands reach heaven ward
Fingers release the lights
And in this heavy night
They begin to rise

The words spoken
Fly onward
Into the sky
In the twilight
Of floating cylinders

And there is

Image: Unsplash – Austin Neill modified with Canva

Sliver of Hope


this image and it’s title inspired me today

She stands
the air
stardust surrounding
and breathes in
the ray of light
piercing darkness
and the stars
they twinkle and sing
and her voice
begins to rise up
and she begins
to hum along
as a tear trickles
the sliver of light
sliver of hope
beckons her home
there IS hope.

by Janel Andrews written May2/2015

Wait and See

i glanced across at you
looking so handsome

your 12 o’clock shadow
and your bible on your knee

its hard to stop my heart
from beating hard when you’re around

you’ve got a smile lit on my face
and you’re oblivious

or maybe not

but this time

i’ve learned better than to ask
i’m just waiting

trying to figure out what this is all about
and if he’s got a plan for us


i love our friendship
its beginning and now its middle

and I’ll take whatever comes along
because all things are seasons

and maybe that’s what you are for me

or perhaps something like a generation
but we’ll wait and see

but still i look. and dream
and you fill my thoughts

and i struggle to give you up
to Him

cause He’s got you
and He knows you
and He’s got a plan

i’m in learning




and not despair
when the past rears its head

cause i’ve known too much heartbreak

by janel Written Sept 29/2014

You are Named

He speaks in whisper
my heart beat quickens


and the words I hear
I struggle to comprehend


because my eyes, my ears, my heart
are all covered in this filth
this sin barrier


and I cannot SEE, cannot HEAR, cannot KNOW

that what He whispers over me
is what I was named
before my first breathe was taken
before my eyes opened wide to light
before my heart began its rhythm


and yet this truth

my understanding of it
my ‘knowing’ it
doesn’t change its reality


HE has called me His own


and those are things
that I have no say in
they just ARE

now to make them MY heartbeat
to see them with MY eyes
to hear and believe with my ears

that is the next step
in this love journey



written by Janel Andrews    August 6/2014


Inspired by the following verses:

“…Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine.” Isaiah 43:1b

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.” 2 Cor 5:17

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you…” Jer 1:5a