“Letters Unravelling Into word Curls Under a Home called page Phrase doors open Stories Stand upright On adventure Stairs to Plot rooms And cliff-Hanging Windows, Over - Looking Gardens of Happy endings And Sunshine survivals. My stories, My mind, Your creation, Your Way In me For Good.”

— Rosanna

Latest work…

 
Hey guys, this is the first piece from my new Bless Luxembourg collection, the iconic Gëlle Fra, the monument of remembrance found in Constitution Square, honoring thousands of Luxembourgers who volunteered for service in the armed forces of the
Holding onto air, You filled my hands With solid hope filled clouds That lifted me up to See the planes of possibility Beneath, As you filled my mind with blessed ideas You’d held since creation, Calling me creative, to enact your plans. A po
Why me? Waves whisper Overwhelmed And then gently Draw back Leaving no trace Of intimidation, Only acceptance. - Rosanna Do you know that feeling where feelings rise like waves over your chest and then your head kicks in, the remembrance of grace
My thoughts wondered off into this today, and these are the words that came off the potter’s wheel of words in my head. I keep coming back to the transformative work that God has done in my life. So often when I didn’t even know the wall
“In the end the sum of your words, Without the light of the Word Left a crater in my heart, where Oxygen escaped and gasping ensued. In the end you vanished like a mist of Lies in the light of the dawn of truth, Leaving me clutching my devoid
 

Was Is Always