She hath wings

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I have enjoyed writing poetry since childhood and I am hoping to find a wider audience on my blog, sharing the hope that I have and connecting with others.

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She Hath Wings

Fading Out

Always my constant; Championing my cause- Hard-working mama, Never seeking applause. Honoured to serve and To be there always; An anchor, a beacon- On the darkest of days. It’s hard knowing several Years away, My dear mother May not remember today. Her body will fail And her mind fade some more; My mind cannot rest-…

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Kindred Spirit

We bonded over children and gentleness- I poked out of my shell; Caring enough that we could be sisters- Always a yarn to tell. Messages when we couldn’t speak- Support without applause; Steadying truth-telling words of wisdom- Willing to admit flaws. Not too many have helped me rise Without breaking me first; Sometimes you show…

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Photograph

Staring at a photograph,Wishing I was there-Chatting to you,Laughing, reminiscing-You came back,After so many yearsAnd so many tears;You’ll never knowHow I shut down-How I lost faithIn friendship itself-Then I let go,And opened up-Prayed for you often;Never imagined,That I wouldFind you again-Do you miss me?I don’t know-But I wish I was there. ©️ M.Patterson 2026

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Steadfast Friend

Steadying; calm- throughout the chaos-You’re a beacon of hope to me;Heart that breaks throughSelf made ramparts-Hidden things you see. Glad to welcome me as I am-You’re not afraid to speak;Hands extended,Helping me forward-You’re the kind I seek. ©️ M. Patterson 12.3.26

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When Pain Meets Faith: Holding God’s Hand Through the Dark

I want to share this post by Angel, that uplifted me tonight. I couldn’t think of my own words to say, but Angel so beautifully captures the way God walks through pain with us and helps us get strong again. Struggling with pain and wondering how faith fits into it? This reflection explores how believers…

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Letting Them Care

Rallying around me-Beautiful thoughtful hearts;Making meals, delivering themSupport right from the start. Feet up with a purpose-Healing on its way;Having to lay down normalcyAnd have a slower day. Beauty in the waiting-Noticing how they care;Learning to value little thingsAnd slowly more aware- That not everything must rest on my shoulders;A village surrounds me;It’s a joy…

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