Turbulent and troubled waters, inky black the swelling ocean: bobbing up and chopping downwards as the sunlight sneaks away. Far beyond the water hillocks Endless wastes of dark and deepness beckon to the weary swimmer etiolate of warming rays. – Down beneath the dipping wave splash thousand single fishes swiggle swept along by bubble currents […]Read more "Under Surface"
Shining disk of spangled sun: halo glow around a flower framed by light’s last rays– while shadows fill the ground. – Petals spark translucent bright royal purple shades: the mottled light tone’s majesty as daylight slowly fades – Creeping shadows crawl the sky: diminished sparks behind. The flower holds its beauty still though all the […]Read more "Sunset Flower"
A veil of adamantine drawn, a drape across the sky, a timeless void of vacancy, that turns and with a sigh confronts the womb of rising day, a birth that with its cry like infant tears announces years of life those lights supply. – It gashes out—a flame of red, a streak of scarlet wine […]Read more "Battle of the Dragons"
It seems sometimes, that rabbit hides from all the ones who wish him well and only comes to look about when no one looks to see him thereRead more "Fear"
It crosses the streets like a breath, a wish of dying winter. A whisk of lateral rain splattered in drops of darkened magic. And as the misty night smoak wraps the city like a cloak a single figure whistling stalks across the open intersection, collar turned up tight; as night cats watch from above and […]Read more "Night Scene"
The promises lay like golden coins inside an ancient chest. – Because we know we always have them near, they sit. And gather dust.Read more "Any Day…"
Curling inward like the fern but brown and bent and dead. Bent within and ever in to live for self in sin – We turn in-to that we might seek a way away from outward stares or help that’s sought, to give and see a rescue path away from me – For air is hard, […]Read more "Incurvatus In Se"
I strive in perfect rest, I seek with stretched out hand and sword to hew aside my rebel loves and patient, trusting, serve my Lord.Read more "The Striving"
They came at close of Sabbath day. Two solitary figures, they just as the sun had set. Where once it threw its blazing life light into view the sky around; before the orange gild had died away into the silent death and gray of night. And rested there, some place deep in earth, where it […]Read more "Close of Day"
The sky resigns; a silent kind of cry that lies outside the mire of our lies and uncontrolled, cannot be rolled into the fabric of our sinful lives. – The sun has sunk in protest or in fears, as noonday freezes sight with night and now the rays that filled our days strike us with […]Read more "This Was the Son of God"