The milieu of voices chanting, crooning a berceuse to the tune of times tempo, arranging the minutes to match the movement of moments. The epoch’s clock clicking through humankind's existential crisis to the wavering of wandering sonatas mixed with the steady churning of realities rap. Imploding auras of intergalactic space and mythical mysteries defined through … Continue reading The Conundrums & Commands of Conviction
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A Tree and Its Roots
A Sheep Was I
RESTLESSNESS A sheep was I. Lost in the meadow dew, my eyes squinting into the mistiness. I wondered who the Shepherd was; I worried at the mention of His Name. Frolicking among the lambs, I didn't know Him. Sometimes, I thought I caught a glimpse of Him, but I never really knew. One day, I … Continue reading A Sheep Was I
Word(s) of Life
Words of life breathed precisely into paragraphs, sentences & phrases, nouns, verbs & prepositions, yet how trivially we use our speech, chit-chat and tit for tat, the lingo of our daily conversations slathered with gossip, slander, diatribe, the lying expressions of our finite minds vocalizing the pretenses of our actions, yet we dare to question … Continue reading Word(s) of Life
For God Has Not Given
And, when I laid my head to rest, I heard the fear, It knocked again. I stumbled in my human flesh, I heard the fear, It crept within. I gave it all to Christ and then, I heard the fear, It sat to wait. Until I wept and wept in bed, I … Continue reading For God Has Not Given
Fires
Fires, the roaring chant of the Enemy of love coming in human form to entice the earth to sin, nation against nation, people against people, brother against brother, sister against sister, family against family, friend against friend, church against church. Lies prevail against truth, justice unhinged, while empathy is sucked dry in the desert fire. … Continue reading Fires
And Still the Watchers Rage
There is a wonder in this fury, And a fury in this wonder . . . the feared and the fearful acting as they wallow. And still the watchers rage to sorrow or to gain, to one or to another, to facts or tales or white truths the same. There is a strangeness … Continue reading And Still the Watchers Rage
