When doubt feigns discernment, he dons his holy robes and steps into your path, politely urging you to reconsider things. And if you don’t catch him, he’ll debate forever the validity of the road you think to take while you forget to walk at all.
Read more "Doubt"Beware the Ilakoman Vale. There’s something in the waters there— As sweet as honey, strong as ale— That clasps our souls, enchanted there. Beware the Ilakoman Vale. Beneath Beluren’s crowning peak In fields where wilder-poppies grow, They say one hears the valley speak just where the ancient waters flow— Beneath Beluren’s crowning peak. Come […]
Read more "The Ilakoman Vale"False virtue boasts undying constancy, entrenching roots in soil she did not test. She lifts her shield against the burning sun and shoots her views like arrows from behind the walls that stand against all diff’ring thought. But were not minds designed to grow like trees? To stand as strengthened by the light of truth? […]
Read more "On Changing Minds"Your grace Fell like snowflakes On my dirty heart. Now, as if covered in snow, My heart Is white and clean.
Read more "Justified"The softened light that spills into the air, The scent of coffee rising from your cup Will fade away as we unlock our minds To roam together in the air between— Invisible until our thoughts emerge Like building stones upon each other laid. We watch the walls jump up to greet the sky. We run […]
Read more "A Good Conversation"One word, God spoke, and light blazed forth— The day and night beginning. With words He spread the farthest stars And set the earth to spinning. With words He brought to life the beasts Of earth and sky and sea. But with His hands He shaped the souls Of first humanity. Chorus: Adore the […]
Read more "Our Emmanuel"The puddles shine like glass on dampened, trampled trails; the rivers run each day where the forest stays and stales— well fit, they say, for me. But I can hear the sea. Perhaps the pond that rests among the browning hills? The crystal lake that skirts the mountain’s cedar frills? Enough for all but me […]
Read more "My Lot"He always rises like the sun after night— after the hours, played like years, the coldness, hurting and hardening, the darkness, stealing the light like dementia. Do not let the fiercest night take you for God will rise to blaze above the frosted hills and scatter magic across the diamond grass.
Read more "Wait for the Morning"The earth has donned her misty veil, With softened beauty, waiting for the sun To bound up strong above the trees And live again the ancient dawn When night and day first wed above the seas, The stars as witness to the two as one Who dance till earth and sky shall fail.
Read more "On a Foggy Morning"The pounds of time weigh down upon this place. The crystal dome is creaking with the strain. The painted sky has fractured to the West. But not forever. The hanging lights still play beneath the trees though everyday the wind will catch another in its path and cast it to the ground. […]
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