http://slow.writerscafe.org/EliA68 The original writings of author Elisabeth Acosta en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070296 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem about a lonely life on the road. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/2029792/ Sweet dreams lead into the arms of forgetfulness, so that I might live http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/2028279/ Oh beautiful Night, bright and filled with stars, be mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/2027619/ How long will God love us? His love will never end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/2026260/ The struggle before the surrender http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/2026258/ A poem about addiction and life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/2024939/ A story about a hero http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/2017318/ The story of Leah spoke to me. Rejected by the man she wanted, but chosen by the God who created her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/1994877/ The sun was not kind this day. It beatdown on Him, hitting Him with force. He took in deep breaths as Hewalked down the hard paved road. His feet ached, His shoulders feltlike they would give out, but He never stopped. The voices came atHim like sharp arrows. He took in every wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/1994871/ How easily we (I) get distracted by that which calls us (me) away from our (my) purpose in Life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/1928303/ Our thoughts can be powerful, we must learn to tame them so they don't tame us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/1928022/ The way God made me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/1928013/ I love words of wisdom that break through the walls that surround me! They rush through my stubbornness, my pain, my self will, and all darkness. Wisdom breaking through like sharp swords. Cutting through lies that covered me like heavy weights and kept me stuck in uselessness.I love words of w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/1927563/ Soft Red Velvet skinSweet aroma from withinBeauty pricks because it cost to holdSharp soft sweet beautyFor a small moment lives in my graspThen quickly fadesdies as petals fallonly thorns on stems are leftSoft Red Velvet skinSweet aroma from within http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/1927543/ This poem was written for a friend that relapsed. I love him and am so glad he found his way back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EliA68/1927212/