A Fresh Drink of Water

It's the most precious time of the year. Don't you love when the flowers bring freshness to the earth, the air feels like a fresh drink of cool water and life is bursting with newness. Easter does that for me. It gives me a minty fresh feeling. I just finished polishing my novel. Now I need an agent. I thought I would give you a taste of it since Easter is the day we celebrate eternal life through Jesus. Enjoy....'Outside, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the window. The garden, once tended by Nana Bess’s hands, whispered its farewell. Roses nodded, daffodils bowed, and the ancient oak stood sentinel. Nature understood; it had witnessed countless passages.

Nana Bess’s gaze shifted beyond the room, beyond the veil. She saw them—two angels had come to take her home. They shimmered like spun silver, their presence both weightless and profound. And there, at the threshold, stood Jesus—the One who had walked with her through every season of life. The room seemed to expand, its walls dissolving. Nana Bess felt lighter as if her spirit had already taken flight. She tried to reach out as Elly leaned in, their foreheads touching. But she couldn’t. Her moment had come. Heaven had come to claim her. Her breathing slowed, each one a bridge to eternity. Bess closed her eyes, and the angels gathered. She surrendered. Eternal beings lifted and carried her spirit. The room held its breath, as if the walls bowed in reverence...........And Nana Bess soared, leaving behind a well-lived life—a legacy of love, laughter, and faith. The angels sang, and Jesus welcomed her home.' Copyright@ C.K. Sharpe

Spring, O Muse

Spring you are the writer’s muse, A symphony of colors, scents, and hues, Your canvas painted with blossoms and dew, A masterpiece of renewal, ever true. As golden rays pierce through the mist, Caressing buds on branches they’ve kissed, Cherry blossoms blush as their hearts unfold, Whispering nature’s secrets not yet foretold. Petals unfurl like delicate dreams, Crocuses, daffodils, and tulips it seems, Their colors burst forth, a vibrant array, As if the sun itself had colored each display. So let us dance with the daffodils, Sing with the robins on distant hills, For spring has whispered its sweet refrain, And life awakens, once again. by C.K. Sharpe

Deuteronomy 32:2_Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants.