That Man

That man with the black umbrella swishes through the rain. Puddles swirl reflections as he stalks away. – – Photo by Atharva Tulsi on Unsplash

Saturdays

Glorious Saturday, long would I hold thee. Tight would I embrace thee. Till like a water balloon my grubby hands rupture thee and spill thy insides out upon the used up ground. Oh Saturday if only thou couldst last. . .

Showdown

Eyes slant. Sun flares bright. Dust ghosts swirl between. He squints across where his opponent stands. Appraises. Time. ticks. slow. All around watchers holding breath in tight lipped silence. Tilts hat down. Readies feet. Waits his beat. Fired like crackle flame flying from the hand marked, slight change rise connecting– snapped with metal ring And […]

Spring Cold

Life blows blurry bleary and a fog, ripped dripping fliffing on a hot cup tea held, coughing in my words and sniffling scratchy in my throat like blanket wrapped all ‘round shoulders as, clearing throat, shiver in the summer weather. – I hate colds. – – – Photo by Lisa Hobbs on Unsplash

A Beautiful Rivalry

Kelly, sea, emerald, pine the vibrant life-green seems unshy– sage, and hunter, every shade to bandy beauties with the sky. – Blue as vivid heaven’s soul unrivaled here in realms of clouds, it sweeps election every day most popular, and bright and Loud. – But hear a word for foliage: you never notice life around […]

avoiding Life

oh to curl up in a sunbeam; watch the life go rushing by. and i’ll just sit here cunningly as searchers miss me in the sky. and i’ll look down where down below they run in little circle tracks, live in home florescently or argue over time and tax. they’ll go to school and eat […]

O Death,

I walk the sunrise quiet pines, mid whispering winds that near beside brave silently the trembling sound: Oh death where is your sting? – The grass grows hearty—little lives nurtured in the womb of earth so shortly short, now green, now brown Oh death, is this your sting? – Droplets mist the eyes of day […]

Your Light Arises

Far away the wings of morning lingered long in darkened hall. Wreathed in murky gloom the promise just beyond our reach and call. Then a shaft of God-borne sunlight, Morning star where night had fled broke the bounds of death and darkness Christ has risen from the dead! – CHORUS: See our death and darkness […]

Three Days

I. Death loomed large the great triumphant and eagerly its maw opened up for Jesus. II. Death slept well in silent sureness snoring sound on bones three days since eating Jesus. III. Death woke shocked, a guard embarrassed snapped like iron bars. Jesus walked away…triumphant. – – – Photo by Jonny Gios on Unsplash

Why?

Why did He die hanging there against the sky? The evil witness stood and lied, Peter swore, and trice denied. Why did Jesus die? – Why was He torn for crimes He never once had worn? The crush and pierce of razor thorns He bore amid the sins and scorns. Why was Jesus torn? – […]

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