Poetry – Tina Unsell

unafraid

January 30, 2026by Tina UnsellLeave a Comment

i glimpse the light—
healing flickers at the edge of hope.
life softens,
the weight a little lighter to carry.

but the circuit returns,
and i bleed more than i deserve.
still—
i unravel,
teach myself courage—unafraid,
because this life is mine to change.

sometimes healing is a flicker,
sometimes it’s a return to the wound.
but even in the unraveling,
i’m learning to move forward with courage—
one honest breath at a time.

tina ♡

Poetry

there is room

January 28, 2026by Tina UnsellLeave a Comment

“a poem for the holy ache and the quiet joy.”

there is room for your mourning
and room for your dancing
morning comes gray with rain
asking its old questions of the heart
joy waits quietly inside the ache
sometimes the rain must finish speaking
before the sun is allowed its say
i am learning to dance where i stand
not against the drops, but with them
both ways of being are holy

there’s room for both.

for ache and for joy.

for the rain and the sun.

you don’t have to choose one.

you’re allowed to feel it all.

~ Tina ♡

Poetry

A Purse of Small Things

January 15, 2026by Tina UnsellLeave a Comment

to be seen,
heard,
understood,
touched,
felt,
held —
a purse of
small things

‘a choice’
beauty in all its simplicity—

i am quietly reaching

© 2025 Tina Unsell

*a quiet reminder that life’s beauty, value and significance often lie in its smallest, most ordinary of things — the everyday, often-overlooked aspects of life. we get to choose what we reach for…

what are you choosing?

~ Tina ♡

Poetry

Canvas of Its Love

January 7, 2026by Tina UnsellLeave a Comment

⁀ ✿ live and breathe beauty…
beauty is all the earth
and the earth is a canvas
of its L O V E … ⁀ ✿

—

© Tina Unsell 2025 All Rights Reserved.

… “live and breathe beauty”— fully immersing oneself in the aesthetic and wonder of life, finding joy and inspiration in the beauty that surrounds us.

… “beauty is all the earth” hints to nature itself is a manifestation of beauty, and the earth being a “canvas of its LOVE” points to beauty is an expression of divine or universal love. It’s a poetic way of describing the interconnectedness of beauty, nature, and love.

(we) all is intertwined by beauty, love and nature and our lives are a canvas for both…

i hope you recognize it, too.

~ Tina ♡

Poetry, Thoughts & Reflections

Beauty Still Remains

December 16, 2025by Tina UnsellLeave a Comment

No one has to tell me that God exists.

I know that He does!

I see Him in all of creation.

I behold His goodness.

I notice the blessings of His handwriting.

I experience Him through all the beauty of nature.

I am convinced that everything has beauty for the eyes who wish to see it.

And, sometimes we have to look a little harder to see the beauty in everything.

In fact, I’m finding beauty in the space I’m in right now.

As I gaze out my window pane and I see beauty!

I feel beauty!

I breathe in beauty.

I see it in the blue skies.

I witness it in the bright morning sun that shines beyond winter’s barrenness.

I notice it in the leafless and naked branches of the sleeping trees.

I catch a glimpse of it in winter’s grass; she’s gone into survival mode to protect herself from the harshness of the cold.

I hear it in the birds singing their sweet melodies; the warmth of this morning’s air deluding them into thinking that Spring is near.

I feel it in my spirit, which peacefully brings me to a place of grace.

I find myself in complete awe and wonder that even through winter’s breath — beauty still remains.

We serve a creative God.

And we can be led to worship Him by seeing the beauty of His reflection in all of His creation

Beauty is His poetry, as is mine.

I hope today that you see some of the beauty that surrounds you, too.

And don’t forget to Thank God for painting His beauty upon our hearts.

Have a Beautiful day!

In His Love,

Tina ~ ♡

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Poetry

Authentically His

November 25, 2025by Tina UnsellLeave a Comment

Becoming more fully myself, held in His love, rising in grace.

Today I walk more fully
in who He’s made me to be—
and tomorrow I’ll rise
becoming all I am
in Christ Jesus.

—

Personally, I’m finding that with each passing day, I’m becoming more authentically myself — more aligned with who He created me to be. And I’m eagerly anticipating deeper intimacy with Jesus and greater alignment with His purpose for my life tomorrow.

May you grow more into your authentic self with each new day, finding joy in the journey of discovering and embracing your true identity in Christ. May tomorrow bring you even greater clarity, peace, and confidence in being beautifully, wonderfully you, rooted in His love.

~ Tina ♡

Poetry

Refined by Fire, Rising in Grace

November 22, 2025by Tina UnsellLeave a Comment

**Not perfection —** **but grace** unfolding.

A psalm of brokenness and restoration. May these words be a sanctuary for your heart today.

—

I carry shame for actions, words, and thoughts.
The inability to trust You
still escapes me.

Though doubts and confusion
make me feel so weak,
still You call me worthy—
more than I can believe.

Even in my most broken state,
You still call me daughter.
How can You remain so faithful
when I continually falter?

I often wonder if I am truly chosen,
or destined to a life undone by the world,
when trials shake me to my core—
when I cannot feel Your Presence,
and Your voice seems so distant,
the silence pressing in like stone.

You whisper: You are not defined by misery,
nor by a life without purpose.
The refining fire is painful,
even breaking at times,
yet beyond the surface
a greater work is unfolding.

You stretch the limits of my sight,
so I may see through clouded glass,
bask in surrender’s light,
and drink deeply of living water—
drawn into intimacy with You.

The burden I carry,
the weight of my heart,
is being woven into a tapestry,
a work of art.

You are preparing me.
In the stillness, You mold and shape me,
making room for my story
that will propel me forward—
not perfection, but mercy,
a blessing that lingers in the lives of others.

My testimony will no longer be bound by pain.
For when I walk in my calling,
a lioness will rise forward
to guard the hallowed ground with reverence.
Your strength will be my armor.
Your power will be my shield.

Not perfection, but grace.
And in You, I am made whole.

—

There are moments when weakness feels louder than faith, yet I have found a deeper truth: even in my frailty, His love calls me His. What seemed like breaking has become shaping, and grace has carried me into wholeness.

Do you hear that same love naming you, even in your own fragile places?

~ Tina

Poetry

The First Whisper

November 21, 2025by Tina UnsellLeave a Comment

Listen—can you hear?
Breath: inhale, exhale.
The shallows of humming,
a sacred hush.

Like petals, slow, unfurled,
the soul’s reawakening,
emerging soft and shy—
the quiet of a few hours,
the light of a new day.

A heavy blanket, a still lake,
when you rise or turn away.
The first whisper:
this is holy ground,
this is courage.
—

In the hush of breath and stillness, courage is quietly alive.

Is this you—resting in holy ground, learning to rise softly?

— tina ♥

Poetry

Never Let Me Go

September 7, 2024September 7, 2024by Tina Unsell2 Comments

When I am lost Lord

You find me

When I am tired

You revive me

When I am weak

You give me strength

When I am wandering

You call me back to You

When my heart is heavy

You carry me

In my pain and sorrow

You comfort me

Even in my grief

Your love surrounds me

Thank You Lord

I can’t live without You

Thank You for loving me

And for never letting me go

Poetry

Break The Chains

March 17, 2024March 17, 2024by Tina Unsell2 Comments

Is there anyway

to break free?

She often cries

in desperate pleas.

Hands raised,

she prays; she kneels.

Will she ever heal?

Freedom seems

like a dream,

so unreachable,

so unattainable,

and so distant.

Will she ever escape?

Her soul aches.

The darkness

has stolen her

joy away.

Hear my cries, Lord,

she prays.

Breathe life

back into these

weary, broken,

and bruised bones.

The chains

feel so heavy,

so cruel,

and merciless.

The weight is so

unbearable.

Why does the pain

laugh and mock,

thrashing relentlessly

and refusing to stop?

The tears stream,

the heart bleeds,

and so it would seem

that all was lost

in the search for love.

Will she ever

feel worthy enough?

Was she so

undeserving of such?

The cost was too much.

This madness

which she has

unpleasantly traveled

for so long

cannot keep her

bound and tied forever.

It’s now or never!

She must remain strong.

She looks to

God above

and prays.

Lord, give me wings

to soar like a bird.

Then quietly whispers

these words-

Break the chains!