Guardian

He stands bravely, silent as stone. People about: milling, talking tour guides speaking, children walking. – Face set like flint, toward the unknown. while children squeal—a happy sound chase one another, dive to the ground. – Straight as a pillar, white as bone as darkness drapes the evening sky, fireworks snap! Bursting and high. – […]

There was a time

I gobbled life voraciously, assuming each unending bit for me. For free. I still bite eagerly, but recently each piece seems heaven’s costly peace. – – – Photo by Ana M.: https://www.pexels.com

Blueprint for Mercy

He kneels before me both arms wide begging for clemency again— like he didn’t know the pay plan. – eyes trained on me, as if I’m tied to some special code of kindness, overriding sense with blindness, – as if some mercy should divide him from his failures, change his ways, forgive his debts for […]

Sound the Trumpet

The path leads through the battlefield. Oh wounded one with fallen shield, where has your vigor gone? The enemy rages wild and fierce, spewing arrows aimed to pierce and drain you, still as stone. And though your duty is the sword against the overwhelming horde, you need not fight alone. Take up the trumpet; sound […]

Quiddity

What kind of boon to fight temptation keep demons at bay and bless mankind with goodness is found within an autumn apple eaten on a fence at sunset? – – – Photo by Erik Mclean: https://www.pexels.com/photo/aged-wooden-fence-in-lush-forest-in-rural-area-5753341/

Alien

I felt the sigh of other worlds and never thought it was But when I reached the end at last I felt the ache…and new. – So truly thus, and ever must ethereal worlds intrude till pierced to life by dying breath we follow autumn home. – – Photo by Lina Kivaka: https://www.pexels.com/photo/brown-leafed-tree-selective-focus-photography-1585892/

Mercy Clouds

He opened up the skies and mercy fell to earth in silver-lines the rains of sacrificial grace. – And here we stand immersed in water sparks of love grieving that the rains put out our sacrifice. – We see the pluming smoke– our idols unappeased– as Father bends and opens up His arms to us. […]

Beach v. House

It rises up where stately trees with silver moss preside. Palmetto fronds like peasant’s fans crowd round the mansion door, the windows wide, inviting plans where all our dreams beside go chaos in the seaside breeze . – Soon we’ll run down sandy dunes where watery hillocks—water splash! we’ll run into the salty broam feel […]

Head On

It was a pleasant day before the wind riled the water to pummeling waves and threats of drowning. The shore seemed too far, the paddles too heavy, the waves too high to best. Too late to hide and too dangerous to veer, we left our fears to wailing and clinging about our legs while we […]

Morning Masterpiece

I stepped out my door into a masterpiece— the strength of morning blurred by hovering, airborne water; the trees still sleeping, not yet wakened by the wind; the sunshine warming white to gold, lamp-like among the leaves; the birds waking and taking up their daily song again. I closed the door on the realms of […]