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!

Killing Time

Poetry

Memories like sand and snow
Fill my head till it overflows
Pour through my heart
And won’t let go

Murderers can be
As sentimental
As mothers
You know

Time swirled through my life
At the speed of light
Like sand and snow
Long ago

Something surely lost
May never be found
Be forever
Bound

Trapped like sand and snow
Twirling through globe
Of fragile glass and
Twisted past

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.

To A Little Bird

Poetry

(For My Sons and for Adam)

I saw the egg
‘Twas lying there
So delicate and blue,
Inviting to investigate,
Oh, what’s a boy to do?

I saw inside
The baby there
So soft and warm and new,
I didn’t know until that day,
The blessing that was you.

Copyright 2014. L.L. Shelton.

I Am Made

Poetry

(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.

Copyright 2015.. L.L. Shelton.

Therapy

Poetry

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.

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.