Sacrifice

He loves me, he loves me not
a tear begins to form

He loves me, he loves me not
a seed of fear is born

He loves me, he loves me not
my heart will not settle

He loves me, he loves me not!
I crush the fragile petal.

What if he never loves me?
My brokenness won't mend

I pick another daisy
and start the count again.

He loves me. He loves me!
Joy becomes a sigh

For just a tiny spark of hope
a flower had to die.


Amanda Edwards (c) 2013

Summer rains

Bless-ed rain falls
on this sun baked earth,

soaks
the pores of my skin,
seeks
the desert places of my soul,
fills
the well-spring of my heart,
quenches
my desperate thirst.

Droplet upon droplet
form wild rivulets
down my dusty cheeks
cleansing
the detritus of yesteryears.

I hold my arms aloft,
press my face
against God's chest

And smile through His tears.


Amanda Edwards (c) 2013

Mystery at Dead Man's Ridge, by Mandy Edwards .... is now in PRINT.

Visit facebook.com/MysteryatDeadMansRidge for more information and let me know if you would like to purchase a copy. You won't regret it! It is gorgeous. 138 pages, 5 full colour illustrations, a coloured map, and a black and white sketch for each chapter. Come and see what farmlife is like in Otago, New Zealand ... and help two young cousins solve the mystery ... at Dead Man's Ridge.

Panic in the supermarket

tendrils of fear

unfurl around me

 

amongst the shelves
crackers play dice
with my heart

 

there's too little air
in the Spanish Olives
unarmed

 

a purple aubergine
mocks me - "mala insana"
what madness is this?

 

my soul bared
there is nowhere to hide

 

layer upon layer of skin
unpeeled
stinging insidious tears

 

pretzels hold out their arms

like children in prayer

 

I stare at my upturned palms
stained by the vine

 

and can't remember
why I am here.

 

Mandy Edwards (c) 2013