The rumble thunder far away the sky gone grey and stone the wind path still…………………like holding breath as sits the leaden, sober stress: I stand vibrant here and live because He bled. For me. – The shrugs and shirks—the lethargy, the bow and bend to idle sins pursued with passion down the path or sometimes! […]Read more "Substitute"
When Yahweh speaks and all the sky goes white, the trees stand, silhouetted in the glow; shadows melt away, replaced by snow; and darkness turns to paper in the night. When Yahweh opens up His storehouse door, the sifted shafts of slanting water spears hit the ground like spiral strands of years that mark the […]Read more "The Way of the Storm"
Pink tree painted like a splash against the sky, grey cloud glowring overhead. Sad stream teardrops striking from the sky green washed willow by the pond. – Fiddlers scatter in the skittle of the rain tall grass bowing to the breeze. Marsh walk lifted like a piece of wooden foam billion pinpricks pattering. – Lamplight […]Read more "A Lowcountry Occasion"