Beyond… (#writephoto)

Thursday photo prompt: Beyond #writephoto

Sue Vincent’s photo

Beyond, there’s so much there, beyond…

It’s a place quite real, I’ve yet to see

Where Light never ends, some call it Glory

And Peace prevails, like no peace imagined…

Where one tale ends…and begins my true story.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Decisions (#WritePhoto)

Thursday photo prompt: Decisions #writephoto

Image:  Sue Vincent

Did I misread sign, or miss

(Ignore?) the signs entirely?

Too many decisions made

From desperation, fear, and

Someone else’s expectation.

Regrets, but yet… I’ve learned

Even worst decisions carry

Hidden wealth sewn deep in

Pockets of heartache… And

Now I know God is never

Surprised by my wrong turns…

Knowing that my vision fails

He’s gone ahead, to straighten

Path…show me a better way.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Sacred Threshold (#writephoto)

Friday Foto Fun – Sacred

Kate asks: “What is sacred to you?”

Thursday photo prompt: Threshold #writephoto

A “sacred” place is anywhere

The Spirit of God is heard…

Heart hears footprints

Echoing impossibly

Before I see them…or

Step out, make my own.

Whispers in the wind

Mingled ‘mid seagulls…

Maligned birds I adore

Sad cries sound like ‘more’…

Whispering footsteps beckon

Softly, “Come on, you can, dare”.

Each day holds sacred threshold…

What, Who’s voice is calling?

It’s often “courage”…shake off

What binds freedom, deepest soul.

Take Sacred hand, God’s healing…

Become what He sees, be whole.

Life swift passes, don’t exit perched

On Destiny’s threshold, step through…

Taste triumph, heart, waiting within you.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Rift Ponder

Thursday photo prompt: Rift #writephoto

Image: Sue Vincent

Impossible not to think

About rifts, how they’re

Carved, molded…rains run

Through them, hot tears

From unhealed hearts wear

Groove, melt stone, marrow…

Erosion continuing long after

Soul has breath to gasp, catch…

One day a river may flow wide

Clear, there…fish will swim

Children wade, lovers paint

Their names with fingertips

Dripping water on stones

Warm, cool…pondering

Future’s possibilities…

Careless that they’ll evaporate

Before next kiss ends on a sigh.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Blame the Blue Night (#writephoto)

Thursday photo prompt: Sign #writephoto

Blue nights laced with clouds

Raising fullest sheer moon

Heaven and magic woven for swoon

And I, fool at romance, tossed hat

Crazily high…caught up, lost all reason…

Mind scattered ‘mid layers of changeable sky.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Waters of Grace (#writephoto)

Thursday photo prompt: Tranquil #writephoto

Sue Vincent’s photo


Carry me to violet place where

Lavender mist lifts, perfumes air

Barely a ripple imprints thoughts…

Tranquility disperses cares.

Love holy, Spirit, sojourns here

Bids weary restless hearts draw near.

Meet me, shepherds, sinners make haste…

We’ll bathe, be restored in limpid waters of grace.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Portcullis of Peace (#writephoto)

Thursday photo prompt: Invitation #writephoto

Coming upon the entrance, I nearly wept.

Breathing became less constricted, peace

Settling upon and lifting my shoulders.

I’d feared never to reach such a place

Yearned so long for sanctuary.

The trees were idyllically still, as

Though even birds were resting.

I didn’t know what was next, what

Specifically I’d find inside the gates…

But it had to be more wonderful in its

Cloistered calm than prior arduous

Decades…making my way through

Tortuous labyrinth of dreaded demands

Soul-suffocating compromises—never

Measuring up to expectations; and

Murky secrets lurking behind eyes which

Held no luster, affection…only lies, wariness.

Childhood should be a nest of nurturing

A glad time—not an unscripted madness

Coolly denied, if one is fool enough to

Ask steely penetrating questions.

Here, remnants of insanity would

Slide away, a mist…reveal untapped

Imagination, bear vibrant results.

If there were ghosts, they’d be benign

Announced by wind chimes, angelic

Beings assigned to guard sleeping

And waking…as words danced with ideas

A magical choreography, the patterns then

Woven in rich-flossed tapestries of tales.

Surely here, rain dripped tenderness upon

Flourishing gardens’ fragrant flowers…

And seasons would fall gracefully

Onto calendar pages held kindly

In God’s Sovereign hand…for

His covenant blessings come late

To some—delayed, not denied—

Fulfilling faithful hearts’ longing.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.