Category Archives: Prose

Poetic: From Darkness to Light – Paradise

bible.com/bible/111/col.1.13.NIV (Paradise) I am sitting in paradise right now. I just came from a place so horrible I know that hell is real. To top it all off I knew almost everyone there. I went there trying to do the right thing. I thought these people wanted help getting OUT of hell but no. TheyContinueContinue reading “Poetic: From Darkness to Light – Paradise”

It’s Meant For Me original poem by Coletha Albert

It is my time. Time is on my side. I am rich. I am strong. I am beloved. I am appreciated. I am rich. I am redeemed. My enemies are my footstools. I am seated upon my throne. I am living and not dying. – Coletha Albert

Joseph Dwayne Albert ⭐️⭐️⭐️

images.app.goo.gl/WMb7BR55DFgxj44t7 if others remembered you i wouldn’t be alone having to i want your family and friends of the future, past and present that always is to know for true, for true how much your brothers, sisters, cousins, and friends adore you even the shepherds for the devil know it’s true Joseph Dwayne Albert weContinueContinue reading “Joseph Dwayne Albert ⭐️⭐️⭐️”

Four days off

Four days off I just want to sleep I don’t have events I care to keep I am tired in my body I don’t want to think Of dates and parties Day one Four days off Is time for laundry Buying supplies Not parties I need to take a long shower Staying healthy is myContinueContinue reading “Four days off”

I will live for you – A Short Story

Once upon time there were two souls in the ether in peace and serenity. The time had come for them to be delivered to earth. And so they were. One was assigned male and the other female. Their mothers were artists and that’s how the two souls reunited. They were instantly drawn to one anotherContinueContinue reading “I will live for you – A Short Story”

The Foundation: Short Story by Coletha Albert

“Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. And everyoneContinueContinue reading “The Foundation: Short Story by Coletha Albert”