Rise and come, the trees are bare and all the leaves are on the ground. There’s something brunkish in the air and brown and orange all around. – We’ll feast on crispy oven-meat and mounds of creaming vegetables, bread made crinkly-warm from heat, and butter salt delectables. – We’ll drink from icy mountain streams in […]
Read more "Autumn Feast"Time skips like the squirrel tossing through the frosty leaves desperate for acorns. – – – Photo by Kirill Zenin: https://www.pexels.com
Read more "Time Fall"– God before the world was crafted, uncreated holy light, co-eternal with the Father, God in essence, radiant might. – Nothing sundering from His glory, pure, distinct, and glorious He, with the Father and the Spirit perfect, holy trinity. – All the earth lies sprawled before Him all that is by Him conferred naught existing […]
Read more "In beginning"If I am a blade of grass, the world serves me drought, the feet tread—heedless—on my head, and I am brown, cracked, and bent. Wave in the wind, they say, and shine in the sun, Emerald. Sport the frost or all is lost to the grey, the ice, the end. But I am only a […]
Read more "Praying for Rain"Spread the Word to Christian lands Open Grace holds out its hands, Lasting hope through Christ is won Absolution through the Son. – – Photo by John-Mark Smith: https://www.pexels.com
Read more "Only, Alone"Swirled–a whirl of other worlds colliding with our own; a dark grey-bound white thick as fright and hovers–just beyond the reach of normal steadiness. Nature’s drunk the cup and reels about in undetermined bliss or gloom and masks the grass with fog. – – – Photo by Anton Atanasov: https://www.pexels.com
Read more "Mist"Today You burst the bonds of earth and flew to heights of risen joy, taking captive, captive host giving gifts and life long lost – My feet, set squarely on the earth, are disinclined to leap with joy. Your captive mercy feels coerced I (oh so faintly!) feel my dearth. – The truth I know, […]
Read more "A Sunday Prayer"Leaves are bits of rare gold-dust swirling, whirling, down to man; ruby, russet, emerald that cover up the browning grass like jewels. Such renewals start by dropping gems like glass shattering hues till reassembled green can peak from trees again. The currency exchange we trust. – – Photo by Jessica Fadel on Unsplash
Read more "Leaves Much to be Desired"The dew lies glassy on the grass like tears. The early mourning sun has touched the sky. And far above, that promontory high, Gilboa, rises from the misty years. The shrike of arms, the shattering of spears— seem memories the wind bears in its sigh, The place for kings and warriors to die groans wearying […]
Read more "Prayer for Gilboa"Look upon our affliction and defend our cause I am too young to go. I want mother—I heard her voice sharp, frightened, panicked. I want her arms. “No, sister, no. Mother will come back. She has to make our supper.” Redeem us speedily for the sake of your name. They speak strange words. They shout, […]
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