http://slow.writerscafe.org/jeffbresee The original writings of author Jeff Bresee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776172293 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It seemed to me that time stood still, the moment that we met.I stumbled over words to say, I never will forget.You took my breath away that night, you still do even now,and every memory that we’ve made seems new to me somehow. I guess it’s because since that nig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeffbresee/3120747/ Surely your turning of things upside downis not but the potter’s clay. You’ve done it with every damn thing in this worldfrom the start till the present day.  I guess it’s impressive, that which you’ve done -blinding the world with your sham.Maki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeffbresee/3120744/ I try to do well, keep the peace, find a way. I try to be thoughtful in all that I say. I’m willing to leave all my interests behindto follow the Lord, so I’m shocked now to find that I stand here rebuked at this moment in time. I guess it’s because the Lord had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeffbresee/3120743/ It’s just a tiny flicker,in my hand it seems to bea single point of lightand yet it mesmerizes me.  Can’t help but wonder what’s inside,what universe lies there?It makes me feel like I’m a Godand there’s an earth somewhere inside this little point of ligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeffbresee/3120742/ This ship that I’ve chosen to sail be proven swift and strong. We’ve weathered much together, she and I. So many days amidst the wind and storms we’ve travelled longto cross this mighty ocean here beneath the endless sky.  Sometimes it seems that this will be ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeffbresee/3120741/ We had the way sent from abovethen kept the parts we like,and handed back the rest and nowwe don’t even think twice. It’s like it never happened yeah,just like it never even was,but there is no escaping it.It’s coming back because He’s coming back yes, it is truethe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeffbresee/3120740/ Despite it all I think we must admit when chips are downthat we have no real reason to complain.Though every day we swim against the flow so not to drown,we always have what it takes to sustain. We read of Manna falling in the desert long agowhen Moses lead Isreal across the land,and wonder how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeffbresee/3120739/ Careful steps on iceDeep breathsIn silence take it in Here all aloneOn the way homeAs winter walks begin Shadows loom aboutThere’s gloomYet something in the air A peaceful stillDespite the chillNo other time compares Silhouettes we areAnd yetWe more than shadows be Til.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeffbresee/3120738/ Does it matter what you door matter what you say? Does anything mean anythingwhen you live Groundhog Day? Is there a way to please the Godsso that they’ll let you go? Or maybe there’s no point at all.Perhaps it’s just a show. But what else can you doif you find .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeffbresee/2935018/ ...based on a true story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeffbresee/2934866/ “Do unto others”, the Savior once said,a golden rule given to sum it all up.But we seem to want something complex instead,like it is too simple or it’s not enough.  But nothing more’s needed and that’s just a fact,that if we all lived by a new day would dawnwh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeffbresee/2934699/ I walk this walk in winter’s fogalong the path to fill each day.Each stranger I see barely nods,they pass by without aught to say.  Against the cold I wrap my coatwhile trying to ignore the stingand thoughts of all the miles aheadthat passing through this season brings.  I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeffbresee/2934511/ It feels like I’ve been around too long.Every tune has become the same old song.Every plight’s just a fight to no endcuz there’s no way to win. And I can’t help but notice as I’m growing old -I believe less and less of what I’m told.Cuz the world’s noth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeffbresee/2934229/ A morning walk, amidst the trees, beneath a sky of grey. The sound of crisp from frozen ground breaks silence in the air.I love the feeling that I get on such a winter day,where light through all the empty branches somehow takes me there. It makes me dream of times in spring where newness .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeffbresee/2934076/ Another spotlight, make the headlines.A final shout-out to the ranks of the-do-fine. Did I make you stop and think?Now looking down… from the look down,me and every other ghost in this townwho couldn’t live life on the brink.  And I say - hey. 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