Here on our little prairie The air is crisp And the breeze is gentle It’s cloudy In a way that steals a smile From one’s soul Feels like am sitting on a fence; Swaying in between summer and winter Life is finally slowing down; It’s peaceful And am thankful to be part of it. Susan…… Continue reading Our Fall season
How beautiful it is to close our eyes from this life only to open them to eternity . To breath our last in this life only to breath in eternity . To lose life Only to gain eternity . Death as we know it Is to live for those who love Christ. Susan McMillan Philippians…… Continue reading To Die is Gain
Do you dream of the familiar ground of faces, voices and smell of food that raised you on the road home? . Do you dread the familiar ground of cold faces, voices and walls that broke you as a child? . Either way, the road home is always familiar! ~Susan McMillan
It happens When words fall asleep inside us To things that cut deep At times To things that take our breath away It’s that simple! ~Susan McMillan
I will serenade you To my last breath Because I am a poet! . I love you today . I love you always . I love you forever! ~Susan McMillan
It’s deep Many times there are no words To describe it for it hurts . It cuts so deep; For a moment, days, months, years At times for many seasons . In silence I pray For healing In silence I wish for endurance In silence I wipe the tears That I don’t have the “power”…… Continue reading Grief
Rainbows and pink bows Are for little girls Fairies and diaries Keep little girls’ fantasies alive. I… was never that little girl! ~Susan McMillan
Life happened “Alas” Poetry was born. ~Susan McMillan
In pursuit for more and the “best” education, we ought to wonder ”what if our children crumble in the process?” The new school year has just begun and once again I have had time to think and pray about our own schooling journey for our children. I have had years when I have doubted my…… Continue reading School; what if they crumble in the process?
Nameless beings Is what we have become To our “busy” neighbors . Respect for the elders Has become an “antique” concept That non of of our generation Care to learn . The head of the “home” Has become whoever; Mother, father, child at times non! . The creator That our fore fathers blessed For the…… Continue reading What now?