Posted by: Shara | May 14, 2017

A Mother’s Day to Celebrate

To all the women out there

Who’ve touched someone else’s life:

Mother, daughter, grandmother,

Teacher, mentor, coach, or wife

We celebrate together

The lives of those we treasure


Posted by: Shara | May 13, 2017


Why must people insist upon using the word



I deserve…

She deserves…

They deserve…

but do they?

If “deserve” means “worthy,”

I want to know– worthy of what?

Does she really deserve ice cream?

Does he actually deserve a raise for surfing the internet?

Does the gang member mouthing off truly deserve respect?


Does the African mother making food

out of clay for her starving children

deserve respect?

Does the sweatshop worker

making $2 a day on a 12-hour shift

deserve a raise?

Does the voice of reason, under oppression,

afraid of being silenced but still speaking out

deserve respect?

Does the world deserve clean water?

Do the children deserve a fighting chance at life?

Do the people who cry at night with no money or food

deserve compassion?

Yes please, Life, give people what they deserve!

Posted by: Shara | May 12, 2017

Glorious Sacrifice

Posted by: Shara | May 11, 2017

Classic Humanity Unmasked

When books become classic,

With flair for dramatics,

And the reader’s along for the ride,

These choice books’ structured tones–

Penned by authors well-known–

Prove what happens to those misguided.

Where’s Hyde without Jekyll?

The world’s worst debacle

Was Doc Frankenstein’s experiment.

In truest vampire form,

Count Drac liked his blood warm.

Lord of the Flies was frenzied torment.

Once a madd’ning raven

Proved the mind’s no haven

For those suffering companion’s loss.

An old car reigned supreme,

LeBay called her Christine,

She would ne’er let a human be boss.

Flee big brother no more

In 1984,

Big government has won all control.

Set the books to burning;

No fight for free-thinking,

Robot firemen have lost their souls.

There’s the myst’ry to solve

With an armored resolve;

Sherlock’s observations ignited.

Justice is to be met—

Sinful decade-old debts—

When Monte Cristo’s wrongs are righted.

Social justice fought for,

By boys keeping score,

Barely escaped by young Ponyboy.

A love kept in secret

From long feud to protect;

Two young, innocent lives did destroy.

The raw power of word

To point out what’s occurred—

Humanity’s triumphs and mistakes—

How mankind turns out next

Isn’t just story text,

People must change before it’s too late.

Posted by: Shara | May 10, 2017

Overcoming the Grave

On the day the Savior died
Tortured, hung, upon that cross
His followers, heartbroken,
Thought that everything was lost
When he returned, triumphant
Having overcome the grave
He gifted all with freedom;
Now mortal death can’t enslave
Posted by: Shara | May 9, 2017

He Gave Me All He Hath

Posted by: Shara | May 8, 2017

Haiku Journey: Battling Terminal Illness

Haiku Journey: Battling Terminal Illness

Unknown illness haunts

Doctor delivers heartbreak

Rainstorm mirrors tears

Battling cancer

“I am at peace with dying”

Fearless warrior

Struggles while death looms

Nurses miss trauma warnings

Dad begs for son’s life

View of hospital

Spring preparing for summer

Sunshine brings new hope

Family’s prayerful dawn

Future clouded by unknown

Unified in God


For all those traditional Haiku masters out there, please forgive my form theft. In deference to my friend, who did not want to talk or write about this, I needed brevity to make my point.

Posted by: Shara | May 7, 2017

Why Do I Procrastinate?

When there is a work project I know that I will have to do… When there is a home or car repair that I know should be done… When I need to follow up on something like a doctor’s appointment… Why do I procrastinate?

Why do I put off all that I don’t want to do, only to come back later to do it because I’m stressed about a deadline or because the damage worsened? BECAUSE I’M HUMAN! That’s not an excuse; it’s a fact. But I don’t like that kind of stress. I don’t want to be that person.

So, today I am accepting accountability. I take on a new mantra!

I am in charge of myself.

I am in charge of my life.

I take action and do what needs to be done so that I can be free of burden!

I imagine myself in a decade, giving “now-me” advice. “It doesn’t matter whether or not you are repeating things you have done in the past if it drives you forward. Whether or not your next challenges will be so easy that it can be painful to make yourself do, like having to take required training you have ten years of experience for, or so tough that those experiences leave you struggling to breathe, DON’T LET THAT STOP YOU! I know that sometimes you have to “jump through the hoops.” I chose this path you’re on, and it was the best thing I could have done. Things are hard now, but they prove to be worth every trial. Accept what these choices entail, and keep making the right ones… the hard ones. You’re going to have to “just suck it up” and “DO IT!” It’s easier if you jump in and go than resist what you will end up doing anyway. Find peace in your decisions and GO FOR IT!”

I support everyone in the middle of this life journey, because we can only make it when we do it together.

Posted by: Shara | May 6, 2017

When Society’s Lost

When Society’s Lost


I heard a man, with disdain,

Call someone an ugly name.

A man’s race attacked,

Defenses ransacked,

But the first man took no blame.


When one man hates another

Just because of skin color,

It comes at what cost–

Society’s loss,

Where no one can be brothers.


Racism’s not died away,

Though it belongs in decay.

We must fight for peace,

For equality;

By example, lead the way.


(Thank you for joining me on a limerick exploration.)



Posted by: Shara | May 5, 2017

Invisible Struggle

Invisible Struggle
My son has friends he plays with.
He doesn’t disturb his class.
He doesn’t rage or speak out;
He does what the teacher asks.
He hates loud noises at school.
He’s bugged when peers disrespect.
He won’t turn in his homework
If he knows it was perfect.
His smiles hide the inner rage
That comes from anxiety.
His quiet self hides his views;
Seeing the world differently.
He yells and sobs when upset;
Quick change takes his self control.
The subjects he knows surprise;
His autistic mind’s his mold.
He doesn’t want to be held,
This unique angel of mine.
His light he spreads is golden;
He came from somewhere divine.
His struggles are no different
Than what the rest of us face.
His are all invisible;
But he belongs in this place.
The earth serves all God’s children–
Has enough for each soul’s needs.
We’re here to help each other;
God wants us ALL to succeed!
Remember, everyone succeeds differently!

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