Sometimes, we need a little ministering…………….


To assuage the pain of my lonely heart and watch a broken vessel knit itself into something functional.

I need you to minister.

To roll back the turbulent clouds that carpet my emotional horizon and let the rays of hope burst thru.

I need you to minister.

To sweep away the tears from eyes that saw love evaporate and now create a new vision,

I need you to minister.

To rekindle the passion of eros unrequited, and replace it with reciprocal, synergistic rapture,

I need you to minister.

To hold me.

Enfold me.

Console me.

Caress me.

Undress me.

Restore me.

Uplift me.

Support me.

Love me.

Come preacher, sweet teacher.

I need you to minister.

Copyright @dbt 2018

james in the cowboy hat

Happy boomer gal ( read smart, feisty, quirky, adventuresome, funny, sassy woman of a certain generation) willing to share my journey and advice with anyone who would not repeat my mistakes. Happy to fully disclose the joys and pitfalls of love at any age, the heartbreak of aging(or not) and the joys inherent in every day, thru poetry, photography and whatever creative entity that would bring a smile to a hurting heart. Writer, lover, wife, Mother, sister, daughter, friend, missionary, humanitarian, exhorter, educator, activist, student, Bible reader, traveler, advocate, pharmacist. Come along, you won't be bored, I promise!

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