The Splendor of the Son

Oh, the splendor of the Son, bowing in the midnight shade— Your will, not mine, be done. With the lights of supper gone, He faced the dark and prayed. Oh, the splendor of the Son. Freely, tears began to run as His purpose weighed. Your will, not mine, be done. The perfect […]

Blessed is He who Comes

He wars with words, and with His words he silences the scholars. He speaks the word, and single words now open wide the scriptures – A carpenter From Nazareth Disproving all the masters – He tells the truth, and all His truth like tested steel is ringing. Sharp as ancient, fresh as dawn Truly, truly […]

The Challenge of Description

A simple question that you ask– It must seem strange I’m fumbling the task– they are my people after all, and yet I find that love has built a wall that language cannot penetrate. I am not fluent in the ways– how do you wrestle people to a phrase, confining complex spirits to mere […]

Cake Walk

The cake is set, ensconced behind the glass becoming more delicious by the hour. It seems the shafts of sunlight strike it so, that they expound its crystal glories more. – And here am I, condemned–or doomed–to wait, until the moment I become sixteen. But fingerfulls of fluffy frosting taste as icognito good (don’t ask) […]

Human Brilliance

If we really are the sun, why is it night when dark clouds come? —

The Price of Love

I’ll take a thousand thorns if I can hold that rose. —

Invisible

I wonder sometimes after wind blows through the trees, racing with the leaves, playing with the branches. I wonder—did the trees know the wind was there? Did the wind know she was not seen? […]

Conduit

Words and music played. Through them, yet still suspended, hung the breath of life. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

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I feel warm-close, safe-soft; nestled. Voice waves rumble, gently soothe. Eyes shut, tight-closed, hands curled inward. Slowly open, stretch my leg – I thump, bumping on the warm-close, Hear the rumble thrum I love. Thinly cracking like a river Mouth turns upward at the ends. – I feel movement, worried sloshing. Other rumbles than I […]

Glory of a Little Life

Is it a little life? hidden quietly away? lost between the mountains? Like a book that someone dropped? laughing and talking? and then forgot to miss? Do the pages feel old? like dull sentences re-written? on page after page after page? The world is loud and wild and flashing with triumphs. […]