Two Paths. Straight Gospel. — Rubies Corner’s Blog

In Pilgrim’s Progress. there were two paths. One started when Pilgrim gave his life to Jesus Christ. He saw what was done at the cross, and how Jesus died for him. He repented of His sins, and the burden of sin came off his back and rolled down the hill. It disappeared. The word says […]

via Two Paths. Straight Gospel. — Rubies Corner’s Blog



You drew the blueprints
to so many lives,
foundation of bare landscape,
illustrations to your stories
for as long as finite time exists.

You overlooked no detail,
from the silky hairs of the
hungry, mewling newborn
to the lines of honor on
the face of the
feeble, wise centenarian.

No hatchling bird in it’s nest,
protesting over it’s siblings
for the worm-
no stretching, reaching morning glory,
that sighs its honey smell
crisp September mornings.

Your generous hand stretches out,
kindness unseen, unheeded.
Your love distorted,
your justice downplayed,
but you call us still,
and show us your goodness.


(Ecclesiastes 4:9-12)

My hand is yours,
our bonds entwine,
for two is better.

My hand is yours,
our hearts combine,
for two is better.

My hand is yours,
soulmate in the making,
for two is better.

My hand is yours,
in fear I’m quaking,
for two is better.

Time’s March

Times come, one is born;
times come, life is torn.
Times come, joy is prime,
times come, despairs chime.

Seasons spread, move forward;
planets dead, move forward.
times are set, move forward,
mounting debt, move forward.

Present your case, will you stand?
Lay it out, from your hand.
On what defense do you nest?
Where does your innocence rest?


Grapefruit in a glass bottle,

Cold, lip puckering sample

Gulped once the metal top

Pop-clicks open;

People will forget

Childish taste buds,

Where sugar is never enough.

Childhood kingdoms

Fall and rise, with

The drifting verses of

Annabel Lee

From my English class book report.


During daylight reign

Somehow the speed bursts

Ahead in the time

allotted today;

Like the fast forward

Button from those old

VHS Remotes,

stuck down.


Now the fading scent

Of chicken gravy

and mashed potatoes;

The Rotisserie

chicken submits, mute,

Hoping to be put

away, bones for broth,

meat for possible

quesadillas, eat

later in the week.


Shove the earbuds in,

Power up, eyes stuck

On the screen ahead

Addictive from the


Devotional Nuggets – #51

Giggles & Tales

What a lovely day! The sun is shining so brightly here but hey, don’t be deceived by this shine and leave home without warm clothing’s… nope, the season of thin apparels is over. Now, gradually, the layers are returning to our bodies… Here’s a big welcome to yet another glorious Saturday. I love my weekends ‘cos sleep is sweeter without the rude alarm.

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Gold Chain

The Shower of Blessings


“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.” James 1:2-4

Hidden in the rocks, its value

Waits to be found.

Digging, hitting, pounding.

Comes above the ground.

What does it want to be?

It doesn’t know.

Master’s Mind has decided,

Before it’s assigned.

Furnace it must go through,

Breaking, burning, melting.

Fluid now it presents.

It must lose the self;

A ring on the finger,

A pendant on the chain,


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We Should Talk About Ann

It’s day 9 of the Introduction to Poetry Course and the subject is the apostrophe. This is a poem addressed to another person or object. It doesn’t have to be addressing the person throughout the whole poem, and I’ve decided just to address the people at the end.  It’s been a push to get this in. I’m running around trying to make Halloween Decorations and outfits and planning for a party of 110 on Saturday. Ok, it’s for around 25 – but that’s a lot!

In between making spiders and sewing denims into Marty McFly puffer vests; my mum came for a visit. Her blood pressure is high. She feels sad for my great aunt who has no one to care for her, but she’s being landed on my mum. I remember my mother telling me that she never had spare time when myself and brother were young because she was…

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