Archive for April, 2010

In Silence

In silence

are my thoughts

my love

my prayers

In silence

is my pain

my loneliness

my tears

Do you

remember me?

Do you

love me?

Am I in

your prayers?

Are you


Are you


Are you crying,


In silence

are my hopes

my dreams

my wishes

I can go there

To that place of


To see


To see

your smile

To hear

your laughter

To look into

your eyes

We are safe here

In silence

the place where



Kimberley Formosa © 2010


Read Full Post »

Colored Thoughts






the air

Laugh and








each and



Kimberley Formosa © 2010

Read Full Post »

The gift of the writer is to put dreams, goals, longings, and desires down on paper as to give them a voice. A breath of life, in an essay, so as the reader inhales those syllables from the soul, he is then inspired to the point where his blood will continue to flow and his heart will maintain the rhythm of his footstep. His dreams will become so real, so vivid, that his imagination will not keep quiet until he forms a path for where he must go to attend to that which drives him on. Whether his feet find him on sandy soil, boulders, or in the meadow, he will continue forward on his journey because the words of hope and love have fed his soul.

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

Read Full Post »

At the conclusion of the world celebrating Earth Day, I thought it might be nice to spend a moment pondering the fragrance of heaven…

The fragrance of heaven fills the air

Like rose petals falling from the sky.

The sweet smell of spring

Brings new life to your soul

With gifts from God

That are forever and true.

Unlike the manna of long ago,

That was given only for the moment,

Any abundance would sour and rot,

These gifts are plenty

Enjoy until your heart and soul and mind

Are completely content

Then enjoy even more

There is an endless supply

You can have for yourself

With plenty to offer

Your family, friends, and guests

Who knock upon your door.

Fill yourself with love

Fill your walk with joy

And your mind with an abundance of peace.

Fill your vision with patience

Fill your hands with kindness

And your deeds with plenty of goodness.

Fill your heart with faithfulness

Fill your words with gentleness

And your entire being with self-control.

The breath of God is upon you

Like freshly fallen rain

Upon the earth of old

To bring new life

New blossoms, new fruit

For all and all to enjoy.

Come and dine with the King

And eat like a child whose eyes are too big for their need

For what is left

Will never, ever go to waste

Let the juice of the fruit

Run down your chin

And down your arms

Fret not when it stains your clothes.

When others look upon you

They will know where you dine

They will know at what table you eat

They will know they can join you

These gifts are plenty

Enjoy until your heart and soul and mind

Are completely content

Then enjoy even more

There is an endless supply

You can have for yourself

With plenty to offer

Your family, friends and guests

Who knock upon your door.

Enjoy the fragrance of heaven

That fills the very air that you breathe

Nourish yourself with fruit from above

Always ripe and ready for you

Wonderful, beautiful gifts from God,

Forever, eternal, and true.

But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal precession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him. For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life. And who is equal to such a task? Unlike so many, we do not peddle the word of God for profit. On the contrary, in Christ we speak before God with sincerity, like men sent from God.   2 Corinthians 14-17 Thompson Chain-Reference Bible NIV

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

Read Full Post »

Dedicated to Skylar Felicia. Happy 5th Birthday Beautiful Baby!

Peering out my window, I find a very wintry goodnight…

Dressed in toasty, flannel pajamas

Standing at a cold and frosty window

Looking up at the bright sky bursting with sparkling stars

With the grand old moon shining down on the barren trees.

Pretty white snow covers the ground with the prints of children

That have romped about the day.

“Goodnight Mr. Snowman. I had fun with you today.”

Glimpsing out my window, I am shown a fragrant spring goodnight…

The nights are shorter now and the sky is cloudy and dark.

When it is time to be tucked in,

There is a soft patter of raindrops falling on my windowpane.

The earth is so thirsty for the fresh falling rain.

“Goodnight tulips and daffodils. Thank you for brightening my day.”

Watching out my window, I discover a sweet summer goodnight…

The window is open now because the nights are very warm.

The sun has not yet gone when I lay my head down to rest.

The chimney swift is flying about.

The bats are darting this way and that enjoying their bedtime snacks.

“Goodnight Mr. Locust. Thank you for singing me softly to sleep.”

Looking out my window, I meet with a colorful autumn goodnight…

The days are shorter again and it is dark when I go to sleep.

Golds, browns, reds and purples cover the trees and carpet the ground.

Chilly nights bid me well.

The sky is crystal clear and blanketed with all of the beautiful pictures created by the stars.

“Goodnight Orion and Pegasus. Thank you for all of the stories you tell.”

The snowmen of winter

And springs’ pretty flowers.

The songs of summer

And autumns’ lovely skies.

Every night the moon does rise

To share its goodness in our lives.

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

Read Full Post »

Dedicated to Jerry

She glanced at him

more than once

Catching him

looking at her

More than once

Rioja soaked

bing cherries



Simply Red


with you

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

Read Full Post »

Springs’ tender beauty

adorning the gracious

boughs and branches

have fallen

so delicately

upon my walkway.

Petals of Lavender

Rose and



a path of royal grandeur.

Blanketing the

barrenness of winter



at times,

ever so subtle,

several lovely hues

of living verdure.

My only sorrow is derived

from the labor of my feet.

Stepping even in the most

gingerly fashion

brings about a bruise

to that which has

Bestowed my way~

Likened unto an Artist

choosing where to apply

His brush and color

to a canvas

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »