Midwinter

The color drained from the world; the shallow breaths of death moved  across brown grass till nothing was left— except hope.  And nobody could see it— except the birds, who carry it, beak-full by beak-full, all over the grey,  the last ones who remember— nothing is really changed; life has only stepped away for a […]

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He Found Nothing…

Early He came, eager, He sought and found a house of evil blend where sinners grubbed for gain of men. – the fruit the tree had never brought No prayers or silent worship wend up to God from this robber’s den – outward green as empty as rot He drove them out in wrath and […]

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