Curse of Discouragement

I hate the feeling of being rush

as if time waits for no one,

it lingers behind like a coat-tail

weighing you down, the constant

nagging from your peers

questioning your every move

as if you should have it all together by now

however, not all things manifest themselves

the way you like it to, especially when

you're starting over, threading onto new grounds

waiting for a breakthrough

- rebeca perez -

Remain At Peace

I've been a sojourner that passed through various homes.

Sometimes I'm welcomed with peace and hospitality,

other times I've dodged stones and walked over eggshells.

I received words of encouragement and my name placed in prayer buckets.

I became the topic of discussion and gossip from tale bearers.

Through it all, I regained my strength and held on to the peace of God.

Despite the desire to lash out, God taught me to travel on another route.

He showed me how to build my house because there is no house

like a stable house, a place where you reflect peace.

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“If the home is worthy, let your peace rest on it;
if it is not, let your peace return to you.
And if anyone will not welcome you or heed your words,
shake the dust off your feet when you leave that home or town.”

- Matthew 10:13-14

Freedom Messengers

when asked if I loved birds so much

then why don't I have one as a pet?

I always replied birds don't belong in cages,

they were created to be free, to roam

the skies in search of new adventures

descending through mountains and valleys

praising with thankfulness from dusk till dawn,

leaving their plumes as gifts to whoever

crosses its path, flocking in unity together as one,

I guess you can say they are my spirit animal

birds always reminded me of God's presence,

along with His faithfulness, you see they

never toil, yet God feeds them, they have

no home, yet God shelters them,

untethered from any cage

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The Forecast ahead

November’s rainfalls arrive to wash away the memory left of Autumn.
A field of golden blaze trees withers into bear limbs.
The crisp air turns to bitter frost, as the rain turns to snow.

rebeca perez

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