Dexterity with words

Her story touched my heart;
And I wanted some more;
A wonderful gift of writing
Some people have;
With simple words,
Brilliantly weaved together,
They not only reach the human heart
But touch it in a way as never before.
That dexterity in weaving words,
I recommend to you;
Acquire it and have the world
At your beck and call.


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A Writer’s Mind

A writer’s mind, where two atoms explode, creates the nucleus of everything in print.

writer's mind

A gift from God, I know not why. I’m an ordinary man with thoughts maybe as deep as an ocean. I meditate about the Dawn, as she greets me in the morn. A messenger from God above leaves me little doubt about which to write.

The current events of my rollercoaster life is a book by itself. Every day seems to be another chapter. From childhood abuse and misery as a kid, I was left alone. Divorce, self-centeredness, and unruly parents that never grew up, made me a by-product, a reaction from, and the rebound of… well. Deep within, I’m nothing like my complexion.

Though a lot of my messages are holy as God anoints them, I often sit and wonder what it is that I’m to say. My last few months, tactfully speaking, I am maneuvering as incredible information comes to light. A history untold, lies in the folds of a courthouse or two, waiting to be exhumed. You think you can trust a congregation but I’m afraid there are a few attending, solely to allude. Satan moves from steeple to steeple. But God has little use for those who can’t rebuke their evil ways. So I watch the sinwriter's mind 3s and I pray, God, heavenly Father, take away this satanic monster! There has to be something in this life worth living for.

The timing is never perfect, at least for Him. My phone rings and a voice from long ago springs into action. An angel from heaven has come to save me! Now that is another story full of mystery.

With my mind racing, there are too many empty pages I must cover in my thoughts. The page is turned and there’s no looking back. With another door closed, God prepares me for His purpose. I follow my heart. Broken, I get off my knees and turn the other cheek.

So I dress for the onslaught…. my friends and followers call; I’m obligated. My words, I pray, are blessed from above. The things I see, no one would believe….
Presently, my life has revolved around two names and their names have dictated my life as of late. Crazy like the eclipse that moved from West to East, the sun rises in the opposite direction. It blankets where upheaval persists. A writer’s mind may not be full of imagination when life, in fact, is truer than fiction!

“My God, why have you forsaken me”, a quote we all know. My Father looks down and yells at me, “Pick up a pen – WRITE! I’ve saved you more times than you know.”

writer's mind 2Sometimes we just need to pay attention.

A writer’s mind, where two atoms explode, creates the nucleus of everything in print. I used to write His messages on paper, but not anymore!! I look at a blank screen while thoughts scramble. My thumb is worn out.


I, being a man much like Moses, why, God, did you commence me to be something I’m not?? I have no computer or writing skills. I’ll do my best though with my lack of education. Your challenge is met!


And just like that, a calm, seemingly quiet morning and now the power goes out! You wonder why I don’t sit and bang the keys of a laptop? Here we go….the mystery of life starts over. I wonder what happened? Oh, they say a transformer blew and knocked out everyone up to six blocks.

I’m just happy I write right here on this 5.3 diagonal screen….. some stuff, you know, just can’t be made up!

writers mind


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Poem ‘The Way To The Other Shore’ by Mirakali

Read here Mirakali’s poem ‘The Way To The Other Shore’

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The Way To The Other Shore

Move on, move on,
find your way to the other shore.
Climb up the mountain,
cross over the river,

overleap the deep valley,
leave the places of darkness,
leave the people of madness and strife.
Find your way to the other shore.

There begins the path of courage,
there you become a warrior of love,
a fighter for freedom,
there you find the sense of life,
the meaning of the world,
there you‘ll find your destiny
and the one friend that will never leave you.

Never be lonesome.
There you find the peace inside,
the wisdom, the smile.
Move on, move on!

Move on, move on,
find your way to the other shore.
Cross the ocean to a deeper sea.

Push forward, don‘t hesitate,
there‘s no time to waste.
You must feel it, you must experience it.

Be yourself to the depth of your soul
or you will miss the way, will miss the chance.
Move on, move on,
find your way to the other shore.

Lyrics & Music: Mirakali © Mira Sound Germany

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Image above: Sea at Antibes (France); photo by Mirakali; © Filmaur Multimedia

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Write and publish above

Do you want to know
If people love
Your work?
Does some idea
Come to your mind?
Write a post on it above
And click post;
Readers here want to read
From you.
Go on and write;
Don’t listen to discouraging
Even from your own self.

#post, #publishing, #writing

Word artists

Artists are great;
The greatest of them,
Word artists;
They create works of art
With nothing but words;
The great ones shape minds greatly,
And grip hearts greatly;
And define which direction
The world will go.
Why not be a word artist?
And a great word artist;
Spend your life
Learning to create with words;
Spend your life creating with words;
Define and refine;
And make your name;
Make a big name.

#artist, #create, #writers, #writing

Read this post today 2

What have you written today? We like to encourage you to write everyday or as often as you can. If you have written, inform us to encourage our community to read it. Give the title, the link and if possible what it is about.

Have a great day!

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Trying To Make A Difference

It’s another hot day and the grains are waving in the summer winds; the valleys are covered in shades of amber. I feel the winds facing my spirit. My soul feels like it’s in a pressure cooker. I am on the brink… my heart pales as I look out over the fields as I am so minute. But God has opened a gateway; I stare out over the valley of believers.  I’m no different than my peers; in fact, I’m not even worthy of the gifts from God. YOU, my friends, are better. But I stand in the wake of waiting for our heavenly Father who doesn’t pick and choose. He wants us all but only a few will follow his command.

I’ll never forget the night my Father woke me and told me to write. I still laugh to myself as I thought He was kidding. I said to God, I’ve never written a thing in my life and you think I can do that?? And at the age of sixty??  You can imagine the rest of that story!  I went to the kitchen and picked up a pen. The first piece I ever wrote was, “Jesus In the Back Seat”.  I never published that sacred piece.  Instead I have it stored in my memory as it was what God said to write first.  I got the message….

My point being, while sitting in the dark to begin a journey with not even a road map, I had no idea where I was headed, but God knew!  I ask, “Will you let Him be your engine?”

Can one human really make a difference in 2017? I’m not worthy but I am called.  I have to wonder, what defines worthy? We are all sinners of one sort or another. Doing God’s work comes in many different forms, it’s not just those of cloth that are called upon. I’ve lived long enough to hear those who swear to God and get crucified behind the curtains.

I just stay in prayer knowing if I do as God desires, I’ll be blessed by His own presence. My writings aren’t mine… they are messages from heaven. I have no outline or study guide, nor a computer to correct my poor grammar errors. But being left handed, I just peck away with my “right thumb” on my cellphone. God forbid I get arthritis!  I’m just me; my mother’s boy, loving life and listening to the Lord. ……


Making A Difference

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