Our prayers from the depths of despair are often not pretty. They are more like wails, moans, or screams, more sound and noise than meaning and manners, often denouncing or disrespecting the very God we cry out to.
A fledgling is made for sky / Like a soul is winged for Heaven / Trapped in this cold house at night / It flings till wings are broken
Laura Aliese is a Nova Scotian writer and an avid reader.
She works in a public library, connecting readers to what they love most.
Her historical fiction is published in the Hot Apple with Cinnamon anthology from That's Life Communications.
Her poetry has won first place in the national God Uses Fresh Ink contest through The Word Guild.
She has contributed to the Well Christian Woman blog.
You can find her reading slice-of-life books with a coffee in hand and with her husband, dog, and cat nearby.
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