Monday, November 16, 2015

Dust

Like dust drifting down
Slowly obliterating precious petroglyphs,
My life was slowly being suffocated by
Sad memories, and the anger of frustration
 and unfulfilled expectations.
Seeking help. I prayed.
The wind of forgiveness came,
and I let the dust go.

Monday, November 2, 2015

Beyond My Strength

by Cheryl Merrick


Like David of old,
I diligently study, and practice my skills.
When the moment comes 
for me to face my own giants,
I stand fast in the knowledge 
that though it is beyond my strength,
it is not beyond His.

Specters

by Cheryl Merrick

Alone in my dusky room,
beaten down by the whisperings
of specters from the past,
I sink lower and lower into the cushions of my chair.
"You made the wrong decision."
"You did the wrong thing."
"You are incompetent."
"You are a selfish, bad person."

Like a blanket guilt, shame, and depression

begin to smother me,