Etched

Forge-created, etched in image fair. Heated, glowing, pounded down in place: form and likeness of the royal heir – Payed in secret and in open air. Merchants nod to see the well-known face: forge created, etched in image fair. – Jostle carried; through the open square a group of scholars clustered, in a space: the […]

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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 […]

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Mountain Trails

The path forks off and goes another way, nor you nor I know where the trail will trend. It leads up high into the misty grey. – And full of ardor, friends line up to say that they will join our journey to ascend the path that forks and goes another way. – But curving […]

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