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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! View all posts by L.L. Shelton →

At A Loss

November 23, 2017PoetryL.L. Shelton

Time is swift,
Like the buck
Crossing the yard
Before the dog.

My arms ache,
Long holding
Nothing at all
Before the dawn.

On Being Finite

November 22, 2017PoetryL.L. Shelton

We are usually wrong when we say forever-
When we say always, ever-after, and never.
These are ideas we’re ill-equipped to perceive-
Much less to conceptualize, live, and believe.

Winter’s Crown

November 20, 2017PoetryL.L. Shelton

December storms
Come and go,
Yet only seldom
Bring the snow.
Stripped trees
And starker skies
Reflect our sighs.
As bitter winds,
Unfeeling night,
And colder days
Become our plight,
Bring on that magic,
Gentle and white.

Local Forecast

November 18, 2017PoetryL.L. Shelton

Ice is coming
On the ninth.
Fairy dwellings
Of gingerbread
Will be faked.
Graham crackers
Surrounding
Cardboard cartons
Will be lost
In the storm.

I Am Made

November 18, 2017PoetryL.L. Shelton

(For Jaxon)

In between two
The doctor found me
Low in seratonin and
Vitamin b,

No time to ponder
Before I could see
I looked in the mirror
Pregnancy!

Not to worry
By God’s perfect design
Turned out what I craved
Was far beyond fine,

Portabella mushrooms
My body heeded
Sautéed and all mine
Rich in what I needed.

Therapy

October 30, 2017PoetryL.L. Shelton

They come to me in winter
In the experience of their discontent,
Longing for something,
Hoping for more…

I listen as they describe the cold,
As they experience their inner storm,
And I enter their longing,
Hoping with them…

Together we explore the frozen terrain.
We unearth treasure once buried
For its own protection.
Together we hike high mountains.
We breathe the air once disallowed
For various reasons.
We traverse valleys in the shadow.
We huddle, reassuring one another,
For all are in some need.

We watch with part trepidation
As the freeze begins to thaw,
We tread carefully,
Lest we skate over some place
Where the ice is thin.
We peer into that fragility cautiously,
For we are unsure of what lies beneath,
As the day of winter’s onset
Has been lost to us.

Together we ask the difficult question.
Together we seek the harder answer.
Together we search the worlds,
Thinking, longing, hoping
For something more…

And as through veiled passages
We continue our observation,
Together we see the streams begin to flow.
We take note as the trees bud,
As the crocus pops through the metallic
Cloak above the ground.
We herald the tulips and the daffodils,
And sit in wonderment
At the arrival of spring.

Sign Sign Everywhere A Sign

October 28, 2017PoetryL.L. Shelton

A lame man picks up his mat and walks,
But it is Sunday.
Demons are cast out, sent into pigs,
But it is of the devil.
Tax collectors and whores are loved.
But they are filthy.
Maiden lives, blind man sees, mute speaks,
But again, it is of Satan.
A crippled hand is restored to use,
But again, it is the Sabbath.
A man is brought back from the dead,
But not soon enough.
A woman sacrifices her precious oils,
But the poor need money.
A sign is demanded of Him
But none is given, except for the sign of Jonah.