It Could Have Been Sold

Ruined alabaster and a year’s worth of labor dripping off Jesus‘ feet— wasted— and all while people starve to death! So the loveless look on love and see but fault. But Love knows love— hears the echos of Himself in shattering stone, feels His own heartbeat in oil running down: it is a gift, 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 […]

Expectation

The fall of the leaves never is the end, whatever sorrow mingles with the wind like tears, however the touch of winter’s icy fingers shock and still with the chill of death that lingers on like years. For vows inscribed on circuits of the earth cannot be broken on their way through dearth and drear. […]

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 […]

The Sandcastle (part 3)

“Sam,” Aira said, “what is that?” “That,” Tommy said, “is Sandaxtron.” Sam looked at his brother, puzzled. “How do you know about Sandaxtron?” “Glem showed it to me. On his phone.” Now that they were closer, Sam could see the walls soaring above him. They looked like stone, but as he reached out his […]