poetry

In Ashley’s Harvest Moon Café on a Wednesday morn, it happens to be St. Patrick’s Day, 2021. Drip coffee, refillable for free, and a coconut chocolate chip muffin warmed just right, starts my time of labor here instead of at home. I don’t thrive being alone.

I observe. People watching, one of my favorite pastimes, has desperately been denied. A plethora of people right before my eyes!

There’s a man with a cap that speaks of a sailor past; his silver crown hides his story. In the soft chair he reads for a few hours and leaves; I’ve not seen a soul speak with him.

I used to do nice things to get affirmation, but that drained others because they didn’t have supply to give. We can’t get water from a leaky sieve. The world uses the term narcissistic, covert and overt; but God’s term is selfishness. We each go our own way. 

God taught me He’s the Source of my needs; To Him, I must turn; He’ll supply everything for me. Only from Him will I get all I biblically need, then I’ll have supply to minister to others He’s called me to meet.

Let Love lead you in silence today,

Let Love lead you in the words you say,

Let Love lead you as you clean the sink,

Let Love lead you in the thoughts you think.

I pray in reading this poem people will believe in Jesus Christ, the Savior, and no longer fear death or dying.

Tide coming in as the sun came up.

What surprise had I to find a Monarch butterfly

On the shores of Emerald Isle,

© Received from Holy Spirit by Laura Hamo, Influence Writing

2:43-3:31am EST, September 18, 2019

Not a worry, not a care

Holy Spirit hovered over me,