All posts by L.L. Shelton

About L.L. Shelton

Bonnie is a Jesus Lover, and in light of the fact, loves His wonderful church. She is interested in many things and enjoys sharing her view of some of them on this blog. She is a poet and a singer of songs. She resides in Memphis, Tennessee, where she is a dedicated wife and the mother of seven children- five of whom she educates at home, as the eldest two have graduated homeschool and are pursuing their own interests. In her spare moments she may be found in her home office with a client, as she is a practicing Biblical Counselor and a Life Coach. She welcomes you to print and share her articles and poetry, and to quote freely from them with the understanding that she is to be acknowledged as the author. Mrs. Shelton does NOT OWN the copyright to the majority of the photos and other types of illustration used on this site!

Family Reunion

Poetry

In the dark of night I grew,
But daylight dried my wings.

From the ground I speak aloud,
While on the mountain sing.

Cacophony is deafening
As I hang with my friends,

There is much to talk about as
Thirteen years it’s been.

Copyright 2019. L.L. Shelton.

Stubborn Reign

Poetry

Darkness overtakes us every evening,
Incessant rain brings about a flood,
Drought leaves the world around us ever thirsting, yet
We fail to claim our blessing by the blood.

Dancing with the ashes at Chernobyl,
Wading through the clinker that remains,
Twirling through the cinders o’er The Island,  still
Proceeding ever on in the same vein!

Fashioning our idols out of matter,
Destroying it to play a faster game,
Wandering earth’s avenues in search of meaning lost,
We push away the answers when they’re plain.

Copyright 2019. L.L. Shelton.

Dearest

Poetry

Dear Child of Mine,

You must know that every time you hurt, I ache because I couldn’t prevent it. Each time you cry, I shed a tear of my own because I could not stop whatever that mean old thing was that caused you misery. When you’re scared, I fear my own overwhelming desire to destroy the thing that has had the audacity to cause you to be anxious. And the worst dilemma of all: Knowing that I may have triggered any of these difficult emotions.

I would never willingly give you back, and yet when you’re consumed with grief I wonder if it was a cruel thing that I played a part in bringing you here. Therefore, with His enabling grace, I do the only reasonable thing there is to do: I remember the sovereignty of my God and I lean into Christ Jesus, as He is the only hope of a concerned and thoughtful mother, and ultimately He is the only hope of every mother’s child.

I love you for always.

Copyright 2019. L.L. Shelton.

Fanciful

Poetry

Did the wind begin to blow?
Graceful tree outside my window
Stands conversing with me,
First swaying to and fro,
Then bowing low
As in a slow dance,
Next waving frantically
As if she begs me to believe,
Now, she merely stands trembling,
Wondering what will be my response.

Copyright 2019. L.L. Shelton.

We

Poetry

Who are we;
Only slightly more significant
Than the ants,
Building our cities,
Tunneling our way through
Here and there,
Building nests and towers,
Crafting storages,
Eating and drinking
And making more of ourselves
For work and posterity,
Returning to dust
Only to begin again?

Copyright 2019. L.L. Shelton.

Not Ever

Poetry

I do not now, nor have I ever,
Placed my confidence in
The power of the law to save,
The power of time to heal,
The good to be had in suffering,
Words spoken under duress,
Violence as the answer,
Love at first sight, or
Paper money.
Some things are make-believe.

Copyright 2019. L.L. Shelton.

I Am No Witch

Poetry

Sarah, with eyes straight,
Knowing and luminous,
I have no familiarity with the devil.
Sarah, with eyes clear,
Glowing and brilliant,
I am no witch.
Sarah, with Biblical name,
Slender, with graceful curves,
Sarah, confident and calm,
A form a man could not deny.
Sarah, executed to pay for his sins.
Sarah, illustrative of the fall
In the garden where man blamed God
For his worship of the gift,
For his fashioning of an idol
From the clay-pot he called woman.
Eve was no witch.

Copyright 2019. L.L. Shelton.

The Case For Life

Poetry

Some say to continue living would be
A disaster of magnificent proportion-
I beg to differ,
But then some will say I only like to do so…
Well, I do disagree.

If life everlasting were a bad thing,
Why would God have nailed Himself to a cross to ensure it?
The only terrible thing about life is that it must be lived in the shadow-
In the shadow of the fall,
In the shadow of sin,
In the shadow of death.
This is not the case in the eternal life!

Why, we must meet that ultimate evil only once-
Look it square in the face,
And because of Love and thanks be to Messiah,
The personification of Purest Love,
Laugh as one drugged with Goodness,
And crossover into the Forever!

There will be no shadow in the Forever Life,
Only Light outside of time and space,
The Light that resides in The Love.
Only believe and become one with It;
Only return love as now you can
And be glad for the True Magic!
Rejoice in the True Life!

Copyright 2019. L.L. Shelton.

Promenade

Poetry

Here I stand,
Sole owner of a small acreage,
And a charming bipolar house,
But the city will fast breach its borders.
Upon the warm soft ground
The giving earth breaks the spring.

Those I brought with me
Here and at my invitation,
Plant their shoes into the birthing land
That will be their own,
And I pull on my boots and dream of walking,
And better still of dancing.

Copyright 2019. L.L. Shelton.