Nails

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

Body and Blood

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 […]

He Found Nothing…

Early He came, eager, He sought and found a house of evil blend where sinners grubbed for gain of men. – the fruit the tree had never brought No prayers or silent worship wend up to God from this robber’s den – outward green as empty as rot He drove them out in wrath and […]

If a Grain of Wheat Dies…

This time short time ago these limp wheat fields were lying in cold wind showers and dearth. Where they died silking in with other grains leaving dirt. That grew tall grass, and fed from past the grains around. Not one, not twelve, but unnumbered—fruits of life whirled by angry winds to earth to feed a […]

If These Keep Silent…

. . . I sit silent, cold alone the path you trod–the constant stone that never speaks or feels the prod of human hearts, or sees their nod. So quietly I bear the load the stone of house, or open road. – But here today I feel the thrill of royalty, of ancient will how […]

Catching a Break

“Subject entering the dining hall.” The tired man in the construction hat rolled his eyes.“Do you really have to tell us that Rince? We can see.” “Following protocol, boss.” “Well stop.” The boss looked at the schematics before him. “About time for a trip, I suppose.” He pulled a lever with a kind of weary […]

The River Teaches

My life was once a stable pool bounded on the sides by stones that held the bank, preserved the cool of tranquil waters’ silent flow. But now I pass the river by, whenever I travel market road and see the bark-peels desperate try to keep their heads above the flow. The river gurgles up and […]

The King’s Heart

My sings because heart it because The King rings music the King in serving with of kings enjoying, wrote joy command and His brings praising the songs I stand I love […]

Roomba Rage

I thought they liked me till they quite maliciously plopped an ottoman in my way.

The Sandcastle (final)

The ants began making a kind of clicking and hissing noise. And then, like a surge of evil ocean water, they attacked. Sam saw the wall advance and waited. Waited while they closed the distance, waited as the moon on their helmets shone more and more brightly. Waited until they had completely covered the sand […]

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