Shadows stretch across the stone to grasp the crisscrossed spears and rounded shield. A nearby fire, fighting back the dark, and glistening on the spear tips’ hardened steel casts its glow upon a wizened man. He sits beside his grandson, gazing at the flame. The boy is playing with a map. “The Empire of Assyria,” […]
Read more "Orange Flames and Firewood"While I can never claim to equal Dylan Thomas’s powerful poem, I have long felt there should be a Christian counter to it. This, then, is my answer to “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.” – Do not to raging into that bright day, for death will collapse and burn at close of […]
Read more "Do Not Go Raging Into That Bright Day"The path forks off and goes another way, nor you nor I know where the trail will trend. It leads up high into the misty grey. – And full of ardor, friends line up to say that they will join our journey to ascend the path that forks and goes another way. – But curving […]
Read more "Mountain Trails"God of words, God of promise, God whose truth will never die, Faithful Lord, Great Forgiver, Word of Life that cannot lie. – Ages past You formed the mountains, placed the bound’ries on the sea, Out of nothing, unimagined, through the Word they came to be. Looking down with righteous pity, on my lost and […]
Read more "God of Words, God of Promise"A true dictator would just seize power. Gather a group of followers, smuggle some bazookas into the Government Palace, or wherever our president lives, and spring ye ole coup d’état (yes, I used spell check for that). From what my exhaustive Wikipedia research has turned up, starting a coup almost requires a population of numskulls […]
Read more "Dictator Diaries 3—Political Meeting"My own works can never merit what the Love of God has won. Grace alone! I can inherit righteousness through Christ the Son. – Scripture’s word not human fables points salvation, warns my soul. God’s own word alone enables, proves my sin, and makes me whole. – I now grasp the mighty pardon God in […]
Read more "Soli Deo Gloria"He does not sit enthroned on hardened steel, or curve His face in frowns of stern despite. His hand is never glibly raised to smite nor quick His wrath to make His subjects reel. He never sovereigns what He cannot seal or captains darkness that He cannot light. His mercies never falter in the night, […]
Read more "He Sits Enthroned"Bald the hill, and bare and raw the hearts and eyes that watched and wept. Empty now, and tramped and trod the dirt dishonored by our feet. A crying sky, and streams and screams and murmured thunder of remorse. Barren now, the wooden stakes crossed in sorrow, stained with loss. — But he was good, […]
Read more "Interrupted Elegy"Darkness falls, The cloak of evil claiming all the world. The One to save us from our sins, Our highest hope’s become our deepest loss. We put our one Light out upon a cross, And all is darkness now. ___ Cold and dark The death-cave where we lay our only Light, Nothing but a shadow […]
Read more "Resurrection"God paints the world with colored strokes, with emerald and vermilion; with asteroid bursts and nebulae; with textured tapestries of plants, with vine-twined veins of chlorophyll; the thump and throb of pumping life. – God paints the world with colored strokes with onyx stones and coal dust; with dusky shade from cypress trees; with layered […]
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