http://slow.writerscafe.org/gracelikerain The original writings of author Emily Shae en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031127 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Who says you can’tfollow your heart? Following your heart can be fun. It can be liberating. Itcan lead you into utter nonsense; and who doesn’t want a little bit ofnonsensicalness in their lives? But…no. You people, the people I “sweat” bloodfor, don’t se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/1647577/ For Creative Writing class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/804882/ For Creative Writing class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/804880/ A really bad rambling poem. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/802365/ For Creative Writing class... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/799336/ What I feel Bulimia has done to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/796362/ I have been betrayed by a friend that proved to be false. It's not about an actual friend, but Bulimia. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/796359/ For Creative Writing class.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/796356/ Just a random poem. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/796186/ I wrote this poem on a whim. It's my cry to Jesus for redemption from Bulimia. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/794416/ Gone astray,a lamb to be slaughtered.Lost in the darkness;hopeless and confused.Sleepless nightshazed with angst.Showers of sadness all consumingflood my soul.Eyes red withthe dryness of my tears.The sorrow and guiltcause my heart pain.I watch for a rainbowand my heart turns gray; I long f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/791766/ I am a sinner bydefinition,But saved by thesanctity of Christ.Although I amembracing accusation,He has showedgrace to a sinner like me.I cannot gainsalvation through worksAnd therefore Icannot boast.Christ hasbestowed His salivation upon me as a gift;I wear .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/791517/ Purity of the heart,untainted by blackened sin--awaiting true love.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/791431/ Sittingon a swing in the back yard Admiringthe bright colors Thatare presumptuously loomingTurningthe once graceless scenery Intoa wonderland of eleganceSerenityand whimsical daydreams Takingthe time to sit still and admire creationRealiz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/791241/ DeathPainfuland darkTerrifying,mortifying, horrifyingBeforeChrist gave His lifeOnthe Cross at CalvaryIwas to dieAsinner’s deathOwhat a wretch was IDeathwas my impending doomEscapewas not an optionBecauseChrist died for meNowI am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/791235/ I am afraid of being alone I am afraid of rejection I am afraid of betrayalI am afraid of no controlI am afraid that I won't have friendsI am afraid that I'll be invisible foreverI am even afraid of being separatedI am afraid of my dadI am afraid of he won't understandI am afraid th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/791161/ Amongthe bright display of wedding gifts sat one misshaped box. The box sportedsmudged finger prints, and it’s once wholesome white paper was now wrinkled andtorn from the numerous times is had been wrapped and rewrapped. The box evenlooked like someone had stepped on it once or twice... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/791069/ Where there is love there is life.Where there is peace there is hope.Where there is faith there is strength. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/791066/ This poem isdedicated to my sweet Jesus! It is in now way about me. ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/791064/ My mom calls my 17-year-old sister Ivy mysupervisor; my keeper, my shadow. Being supervised by her is weird. What'sreally weird is that she watches me go to the bathroom. Well, okay, sheactually just waits outside the bathroom door. But I'm not surprised that Ivyfollows me. I knew she would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/791016/ My mind isburdenedIt playstricks on meTelling me I’mflawed and uselessI don’tunderstand this hateHate is astrong wordYet, it’s trueI hate myself,my flawed bodyI try tocounter act this sinister thinkingI tell myselfI am prettyI am .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/790993/ A hopeless sinnerCondemned todie a traitorLiving in thedarkA little lambgone astrayNow that’s allin the pastNo time forlooking backI must keepmoving forwardToday I serve JesusChristThe Alpha andOmegaThe hope andlight to my starless nightMy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelikerain/790988/