The light cascades in silky drapes to earth the falling swirls of dusted twirls of sky that flirts with shadows, bright and sudden shy, and seems to dance in beamish streams of mirth. A patchwork glow! a flame upon the berth of cold and cooling shade that leaping, spry, retreats into the trees where dark […]
Read more "Light"These deep days breathe sticky. Heat waves crash over a tepid breeze. Cricket chirps lo—————ng for fall
Read more "Summer"Still. Unrumphled. Bobbing slow in whackish troughs. Below in dappled water caves, deep and low, beneath the waves where somnolescent turtle kings, and shining silver clouding darts swim in sudden loops and starts hear the somber manta ray trundle silently away far from light and fright and day.
Read more "Sounds of Silence"Once I thought I saw you in a corner. All I really saw was me, watching others jealously in case they came to steal and say the bestest parts of my own day and make to drive all happiness away. – Soon the corner-me had won and every other single one made quick to leave […]
Read more "Narcissus"That tree, leafing green dead, gray, ungrown just last fall, chirps forth in new song. – – – Photo by Alexey Demidov: https://www.pexels.com
Read more "New Life"Green the dress Raging bright the hair Idling in the wind by yellow roses Eyes stare out. Across the ancient blue. Far gone….away.
Read more "Primary Hopes"Cold and stark, silent, dark bonded atoms: strong as steel— unwilling eager guardian— watchful limestone wheel. – There’s no tread can wake the dead or break the quiet stone. Night creeps in on shameful day; the maker sleeps alone. – Roman dust, silent must guard my stone with wooden spears. Bored and stiff, the coldest […]
Read more "They Rolled a Stone…"Stranded ‘round an ancient Olive tree there wends collected history from lives: the truth that now remains in memory. And here within this garden there survives a tree that lived to feel it’s maker’s touch, that heard the earnest prayers, the shouts the strives the babbing brash that woke the sacred hush, berating godly pleas […]
Read more "The Hour Has Come…"Smash blows. Snaps of breaking waves. Sharp. Short. Blood sport: BLEED . . . See this! Willing hands? Stretched out– NO demands? Gives death. Claims life for these men ? – – – Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplash
Read more "Nails"The table set, the glass is there Drink of His love. No place for earthly glory here Drink of His love. He washes feet in humble place speaks to His chosen face to face a friend of sinners, great in grace, Drink of His love. – The broken bread His death displays Taste of His […]
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