Lori Wall-Holloway

Genesis Sonnet

Addiction can fill the dark empty void

in a lost heart looking for some purpose

anywhere to soothe the soul and stop pain

that throws a life into misery, disdain

and turmoil while trying to cope with wounds

hidden and passed down from generation

to generation with no chance to heal

because the hurt is too great to reveal.

But if damage is faced and a choice made

to stare down the long, dark road of the past

with the light of understanding, then walls

made by lies and fears that ruled lives will fall.

Once eyes are open to truth, fear is stopped

and new choices will affect the future.

(First published in San Gabriel Valley Poetry

Quarterly, Issue #52 - Fall 2011)

“… Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, “’If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink.  Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him.’” 

(John 7:37 NIV)

Living Water 

Along a wooded glen steadily flows 

streams of living water that effervesce,

slowly splashing over the rocks’ hardness

making stones smooth. Oh, my hard heart would know

a healing touch poured over my plagued soul

with a crisp, clean loving spray to refresh

my life with newness that will replenish

like foliage soaking up moisture to grow

How I long for restoration to sow

fresh love and hope into my aching heart

destroy painful fears that tear me apart

and let revival begin and peace flow

I long to flourish like plants near a stream
immersed in love flowing with self esteem

Snippets 

Snippets of past memories make up one’s life
but my age causes me to forget recollections
in my deep mind, pushing me to fight
to remember former seasons now all but gone
Endeavors to recall tender touches or past events 
notable in time merged with distinct loving words
from others who gave me hope at moments
when I needed a caring prophecy timely heard
It seems when stress and troubles quickly progress
the strain causes my brain’s focus to lapse
I strive to keep myself free from distress
before hours in each of my days elapse
Photos help me reminisce about long ago years 
Old reflections recapture departed times dear