the SNAP of harsh rebellion echoed, tought and loud— the SPLAT of hot ingratitude that specked the watching crowd. – CRACKS of stiffened justice for all the brazen lies the CUFFS of wounded parent-griefs for running from the wise. – The cutting STAB of lust-ish shame now bleeding, oozing soars of living life for sensing […]
Read more "Stricken"Jesus came to heal the sick the weak, the sad, the sore, the ones stretched out in dire need the wretched and the poor. – You thought He only saved from sins? But Have you never read: – Lame men walked and mute men talked. Peter’s mother lived. – Where e’er they met him, demons […]
Read more "Surely He has born our Griefs"Where‘er he walked he was despised: we shook our heads, we rolled our eyes. Rejected one who dares to call himself the truth and us the thrall in dungeons dark and full of lies— this is why you bore the sores! you wore the sins no man endures – (and only God Himself can rise). […]
Read more "Epitaph of Jesus “The King of the Jews”"The earth around like hardened clay, Slabs of sun-baked flatness, Cracked with fissure lines of age all wrinkled up in heat. Nothing grows in desert air nothing young, or green or fair. – The floods once came and surged the flats you should have seen the waters— bearing all in whackish rush soaking in the […]
Read more "A Shoot Out of the Ground"Love stood knocking at the door and when I offered silence he waited, patient, on the stoop and called my name. – Each sally I would feign to make to leave the door and quiet the tiny blurt of conscience-prod— I saw he watched the frame. – I turned from him to read the world […]
Read more "The Visitor"Have you heard of Varin’s seat, have you heard the music bare, have you heard the salt spray songs that steel your soul in life-ish dare? – It comes on swells from Over-yon it comes in dales of aqua wave it comes all tinged in bronzish flame— the fire-gift the sky last gave. – Let […]
Read more "Varin’s Seat"Pounding up the dusty trail wending wide o’er field and fen through dark shadow, over vale and past the realm of mortal men. Rides on high the Kavalcade the steed of desperate wild light the flash in sun-glare’s gleaming raid that whisks like shivers in the night. It gleams like shining, liquid air but wears […]
Read more "The Kavalcade"I saw a tree was lying, along the forest floor. a giant tumble-dying decaying, old, and sore Its clod was wrenched and mounded right angled with the ground and roots were torn and hurting that once had anchored down. The leaves lay brown and whispless, dis-playing with the breeze while squirrels and woodland creatures hopped […]
Read more "Dying Warrior"The place to go when feeling blue is found beside a small cafe shaded by the ivy boughs, where one can sit to chat the day while shadows shroud from passing view in shaded cool and evening blue. – – –
Read more "Cafe Blues"The grass glows– budded diamonds pearly in the sun– and silver frosted chain adornments dazzling the show – There’s a grace to cold aloofness gray as darkling hard silent tufts of water-freeze fluff lilting to the ground, not a sound, or face. – But snow in sunlight, like a dream night waked from crystal sleep, […]
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