http://slow.writerscafe.org/emilyr The original writings of author Emily Robinson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007096 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Psalm 111:9 "He provided redemption for his people; he ordained his covenant forever� holy and awesome is his name." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/307824/ A flower arrangement is sometimes like yourays of sunshine hit the petals and cast a glow.The beauty within, is waiting to be known.I first looked on the outside, and found it becoming. Radiant.The sun cast it's beams of light, causing peripheral to wilt.But the SON casts His' light on you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306948/ Enveloped in thousands of firefliessitting in a field, weeping heavilycoming back to a place, I had never planned to betoo much pain, too many memoriessitting on the hood of a car in a field, looking up at the starsI was reminded of God's deliveranceand the billions of stars helped me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306944/ A small breath whispers over the plainsa quiet peace that I cannot explain.your sweet elusiveness holds me in suspenseI fear your answer will come all too soon;and it may not be the answer I hope for.Fear is my heart filled with.For I am so captured by this waiting momentstrange it i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306942/ Beneath the barrows, lay sunlight reflected.These blades of grass, trod on by those awe reflectedA circle of stones. A mystery entrenced.Balanced by wonder, I shall enter hence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306940/ This rain has been pouring on my face.My words are falling to the floorand pirouetting not unlike chinamy words were meant for nothing more.How I've longed for some better to say to you, for it's been so long since you've heard words of healing.But with truth comes realityand sometim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306939/ The smallest things you do can change someone's life. This is a true story of one of my experiences. Names have been changed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306938/ Written in July 2007. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306934/ Inspired by Psalm 119:17-24 (oddly enough, though it's kind of a reverse of that passage). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306931/ A song I wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306930/ If you teach me I will treasure itI will kneel and will obeydirect me to your path; Oh GodMy heart to you; not selfish gainIf my eyes wander back to worthlessnessturn my eyes back towards your crosspreserve my life as your word saysFulfill your promise and be feared http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306928/ There are two worlds I encounter often. One I don't belong to, the other I am a part of. This is inspired by recents trips to the bar, and the prayer closet. In which place do you most belong? Written in 2007 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306925/ A strained conversationEyes darting, we are never face to faceWishing we could find a common groundA place to rest beneath, A shadow of wingsA cold frustrationDarkness sitting behind your eyes, so many liesWishing you knew just how to say, the reason for the hope that you used to have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306920/ The emptiness within your handThe coldness of your heartCounterfeit love you create for a timeHoping to transcend the boundaries never reachedThe pain within your faceThe numbness of your emotionImitated words you say for a timeHoping to fit in with those who say I love you and mean .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306918/ I have someone I love very much, the problem is, we can never speak to eachother again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306913/ This poem kind of speaks about the character of a person who hides something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306909/ I watched in terror as she walked the streetsShe screamed out loud the most awful thingsHer boyfriend with her, tried to calm her downHe said; “Babe your drunk, try to settle down.”I’m not saying that this guy was bad,but he ignored all the pleas she had“Give me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306905/ Hear the floor creakNo one speaksThe seriousness of this, leaves me weakLike a crack in the window of the dark underground,I was screaming for daylight, with angels already aroundHear the heavy breathNo one moveThe silence of this time, leaves me in wantBut like the softest of whis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306904/ Do ever feel like God is telling you to do something, and you wonder why? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/306902/ I can't decide if I am completely satisfied with the story itself. What I was really after here was to create some imagery using the Metaphors of Smoke and Mirrors. Someday I would like to use that imagery in a short suspense film. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/305776/ If I were to write a Hip Hop or Rap song, these are the lyrics. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/305654/ Though I don't know the girl in person, her health situation weighs heavy on my thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/305652/ This piece just sort of fell together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/305651/ Sometimes accepting "What Is" is important for letting us look ahead to "What Can Be". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/305648/ I prayed a certain prayer and had NO idea what I was asking for. This is what happened. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilyr/32962/