Stabbing Windmills – the poetry collection.
After sifting through a lifetime of verse, organizing, editing, typesetting, formatting, reformatting…alas! It is finished!

Stabbing Windmills – the poetry collection.
After sifting through a lifetime of verse, organizing, editing, typesetting, formatting, reformatting…alas! It is finished!


Sometimes in life it may feel as though we are drowning… overwhelmed by life’s trials and demands. Expectations from external forces not to mention your own internal forces. Raw emotions. Duties that collide. Physical, mental and emotional exhaustion are likely results of prolonged stressors. I am so thankful that God includes this scenario in His Word. I can so relate with the disciples right now. “Jesus, save me. I am going to drown.” They were not going to drown, but it felt like it. I love Jesus’ reply. “Oh you of little faith, why are you so afraid?” This may seem like criticism, but I see it more as a loving reminder. It reminds me of a scene in my life when my daughter was 4 years old. She was frightened by a storm. The loud thunder scared her. She was panicking. Now I love that sweet little girl of mine. In the midst of her panic I raised my voice a bit and said “Kyra, you are safe. It’s only a storm. I am here. Daddy is here. God is here. It is going to be okay.” It was no coincidence I was going thru my own storm at the time. Those words I spoke to my child echoed through my heart from my Lord. So even now….as the storm rages and I am sure I will drown. I cry out to. Jesus. When the disciples panicked, you know what he did next? He didn’t shame or smite the disciples. He calmed the storm. He may not calm my current storm, but when I cry out to him I know he can calm my storm of emotions. #stormsoflife #anchoredinChrist

Fret- to be anxious or worry about, to gradually wear away by rubbing or gnawing.
What is gnawing at your soul, wearing away your peace and joy? An injustice? Unfair treatment? Frustration with the success of the wicked ? Frustration with those even closest to us who can’t seem to get that one thing right or understand? Frustration with ourselves because we keep messing up or can’t seem to get it right or get over something?
See how the prescription is given before the symptom here????
Be still and wait patiently…
Not just be still, be still before the Lord.
There is a great difference.
Stillness with ourselves leads only to further torment from our own voices , the inner critic, the accuser, and even our own vindicating pride that may be excusing our OWN actions by justifying them with, but we were wronged.
We are not called to vindicate ourselves. We are told to wait on God.
As we wait, still before the Lord- He will lead, guide, and heal. He will keep us from giving into self-righteous anger and wrath.
The balm that comes soothes those deep soul wounds if we wait for it. You see it is not a balm the surgeon , the world , or even our best intentions can attain or apply. It must come from the Prince of Peace who happens to also be the Great Physician.
What woes you? An unjust boss or ruler? An unjust world! A prodigal child that hasn’t realized they’re in the pit or better yet they do but are not ready to come out? Our own self condemnation?
Remember anger over any subject is a poison that is self administered and it is insidious and makes the soul sick but it often disguises itself as a sense of justice. There may be a just cause but there is a reason we are warned against anger. Do not allow yourself this soul poison.
Wait before the Lord…wait patiently
Then your healing will come like noonday.
His promises are true, but we are called to act in order to receive the benefit from them. Surrender…. lay it on the altar…set it at the foot of the cross and allow your soul to be healed and no longer rubbed away by worry …

There’s a story to tell
but it’s buried a few layers deep
it is a noble and worthy tale
but it is woven in a bundle of grief
i have contemplated
procrastinated
and even purposely evaded
but i know it wont let me rest
so at its behest
i must wade in
so i can begin
to tell it

For me it has always stood for freedom and opportunity for all borne out of sacrifice.
This is my country
She is not perfect
In fact she has many flaws
But what she wanted all along
Was freedom and liberty for all
She had a rough start
Made mistakes along the way
Had to make changes
So EVERYone could get a say
She won’t sugar coat it
Some were excluded at first
That has left a lifelong scars
And it will take years to overcome the hurt
she knows the scar always remains
She hopes it keeps her from that mistake again
She wants to make her mission reality
That liberty and opportunity
Is for all in this land
And while we are given voices
And freedom to take stands
And promote or cause
And defend what’s right
She wants us all to know
We have to find that thing
That is worth the fight
That one thing that can unite
She is aching and bleeding
From the division and wars
When what she wants the most
Is together let us be kind
And in kindness show love to others


Ocean calls me
Like she’s my home
But I only just met her
And yet I belong
Waves rushing in
To greet the boulders
Waiting on the shore
Welcomes strangers
Same as friends
Sitting on that rock
Contemplating
Reminiscing
Dreaming
Seeking
Solitude and peace
Her icy waters soothe
Burning desires
deep soul wounds
Salty spray meets my tears
Been here a minute
Feels like years
Salt in my lungs
Water in my veins
Sun on my face
Here comes the pain
Quit holding back
Gotta let it out
Cry a sea of tears
Crashing waves of fear
Sand, sun, and sea
What a beautiful place
To make peace
With my grief
©️2023 sillypoeticnurse

You wept over Jerusalem
Because they did not see
The grace that stood before them
The chance to be free
And the house of prayers
Became a den of thieves
You must weep for us now
Because we’re too blind to see
The grace offered to us all
The chance to be free
We prefer our cheap substitutes
We’ve murdered the mystery
We cling to earthly treasures
And have turned our back on Thee
Self sufficient but self has limits
Temporary pleasures of desire
Trying to warm ourselves in dying embers
Lost our touch with the Holy fire
So we bicker and fight and blame
We share so much doubt and pain
It’s more contagious than
The one hundred year plague
Despair corners us in and chokes
Out any last breaths of hope
And though I have not yet seen
the holy eastern land
I look on this land before me
And weep for my fellow man
Lord we need you
Wake us up
Too okay with sleeping
Or numbing pain with drugs
Lost our will to take a stand
Pain ain’t the only thing that’s numb
Our desire for justice for all
Our ability to discern the truth
On lies we sleep, slip and fall
We waste away our youth
Our lamp oil is running low
Wake us up from our slumber
Ready us, ignite our souls
Break this spell we’re under
Starting with seeds of doubt
self condemnation and ambitious gain
settling for counterfeit truth
Just to avoid temporary pain
Forgetting that for want of a horse
A kingdom can be lost not gained
Darkness has reared it’s head
And the headlines says evil wins
But Victory is still on the throne
It’s up to me to join in
Which side am I on?
Which side are you joining in?
Cause even the sidelines aren’t safe
And they are preying on our children
We have to stand up and fight
Or else we get sucked in
To the illusions of the night
And the labyrinths of our sins
All is not lost
But there is a cost
But a little pain
Is worth the gain
Of the precious lives at stake
Cause love alone is the final fight
and we have some ground to take



This Second Sunday of Advent we light the candle symbolizing peace.
Peace – calmness, stillness, tranquility
May you steal away some quiet moments to sit in stillness and reflect on peace. I,
Shelly struggled with sitting still. I do still, but by God’s grace and the Holy Spirit’s work of transformation that is ongoing in my life , I have learned how to. But truly, I will tell you I am not sure I learned it really, but I opened myself up to receive it. One morning, it was a Saturday, my daughter was still young and I was still in those early days as a nurse practitioner where the learning curve was high and working in family practice was demanding and exhausting. Keeping up with a toddler was demanding and exhausting. I loved both(obviously the toddler more) but I was spent. In fact, financially for my family the NP part was necessary. So depleted on this Saturday morning I miraculously had a few moments to myself. I remember the echo of the scripture, “Be still and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10). I had heard it. I had read it. I had heard others preach it and advise it. I didn’t know how to do it. I sat at my breakfast table that Saturday morning and cried out to the Lord, “Lord, what is still?? And how do I be it????”. That morning was the first, but not the last when I was embraced with this calmness. This feeling of stillness and serenity, this way my soul felt that was beyond understanding. It descended upon me like a warm mist and seemed to envelop me like the softest, gentlest cashmere. Later that morning I was moved to pen a poem and from that morning much transpired in my spiritual journey. But for the sake of this Sunday, this moment we are just going to pause at that warm embrace of the gentle , calmness that soothed my weary , exhausted body, mind and soul.
That peace I cannot give but He does.
Ask Him for it.
Then open yourself up to receive it!

Leaves of bronze , cider, and marigold
Greens hide deep with strongest hold
But those painted with autumn’s brush
Soon will let loose and take the plunge
Falling down
To the ground
To be trampled on
Or gathered up
Giving a time of frolic and joy
To any spirited girl or boy
Don’t you just love the sound
crunch of leaves on the ground
Trees so kind to give up her coat
Despite Winter’s customary advent
Yet Winter is the one to gloat
And makes her entry in her own time
She has caught us unaware
Coming unexpectedly in the night
And times she made us beg her here
As if we’d offended and kept her in flight
And there are times our icy friend
She lingers just a bit too long
Though you bid her adieu
She refuses to take a clue
And just continues on and on
I think her to be a tad bit vain
Unlike the timely autumn rain
Yet our trees, rooted deep and strong
Are sustained by Earth’s warm core
Til Winter permits a new guest along
Then hues of green shall spring forth