by Holli Gibbs Sometimes the sky is eloquent When it says goodnight, And the Day steals away On trails of amber light. The clouds break forth from their silence In the pinkest and purplest of tones, And thoughts of good things come to life In golden homophones. Words surge to the farthest horizon, And echo from mountains […]
Read more "The Sky’s Goodnight"I scrutinize the face of the future, But find no trace of knowledge in his eyes, Nothing but a blank look that stirs my thoughts. My mind winds forward: People spring to life, Places appear, scenes immerge—my story Evolves into a perfect narrative In a beautiful world where hope glistens like dew on the grass, […]
Read more "The Future"by Holli Gibbs Are those tears on Your face? I can’t imagine why. You think I’m mocking Your grace? True, my thoughts aren’t often praise But doing right—I try! So why the tears on Your face? A favorite thought, a treasured place, A wishful sigh Hardly mock Your grace. True, I don’t pray as much […]
Read more "Mocking Grace"Puddles, unlikely windows to the sky, Small, impure, vanishing with passing day, Trace a gaze-inviting glimpse Of the grandeur of the heavens. May the Grandeur of Heaven Trace Himself on me, making me, Though small, impure, vanishing with passing day, An unlikely window to the Sky.
Read more "Puddles"A burst of thunder shook the house As lightning pierced the night. Then Johnson looked around and saw No human ones in sight. He moved with stealthy, padded steps Across the room, unseen. While wind howled noisily outside, He stopped and scanned the scene— One candle on the window sill, One curtain swinging free, […]
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