The Current of Time I wrote you a blank check years ago Hoping that it might mean something To you. I have held back ever since you left, In every casual conversation and love Affair, Like a handcuffed

A Finished Feast When the candles Have all been burnt Right down to the wick, The plates empty, And the stomachs Bursting with excess, We are left aimless To gather our Drowsy thoughts. Hours of work have

An Athiest Gives Thanks "I am grateful for the resistant Shingles that fight back the rain, For my parents who reared and raised Me without any care for repayment," "For the work that I

Mistakes A mistake a day Will keep pride at bay. If I do it twice, Then it must be vice, But what may I earn, If I never try to learn? Photo Cred: kulinetto

Domesticated I smile across the room at her, She tucks her head behind her blanket In a show of playful embarrassment. Jazz filters softly through the air, Each improvised note accentuates The carefree,

"If anyone builds on this foundation using gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay or straw, their work will be shown for what it is, because the Day will bring it to light. It will be revealed with

Midnight Misery In my weary bed I twist and turn. Papa please descend, And hear my words In this hour of ache, Hear me now. Sail away on the waves. Bring her back to me somehow. Empty chair at the window,

We Once Knew Each Other In a time when we could hide From the chilling wind That danced on the fields outside, We hid safe within Each other's arms like burrowed Bear cubs sleeping through Their first

"Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing." - 1 Thessalonians 5:11 Check out the rest of the series! Week 1 Week 2 Week 3 Week 4 Check out my Bio! Photo

Pray for the World Pray for the world That we might now see straight. Pray that we may Not repeat our mistakes. Pray for the child Who has no name or place. Pray that God's love May invade every race.

"...not a result of works, so that no one may boast." - Ephesians 2:9 Your Altar Break now the backs Of self-righteous prudence. The art on the walls Of your heart Betray your true intentions.

nostalgia the fated ache in the Remembrance, of the feet that tread in youthful daydreams, pitied by that one selfsame protector of the soul that the child days hence bore. Check out some of my other work!

Night Owl I find myself here, Now, in an ocean Full of my own Exasperations and doubts. The set of the sun Has hammered my grave, With all the dead, All the deeds are done. Only my body survives, And now

The Marketplace in Old Algiers Love never really dies. It just tend to slip through Your fingers like sand To collect on the floor. And it stays there Just out of reach, But close enough so That it can

She Came as if a Shadow She came as if a shadow Of all that I had known— The faded memories of someplace Like my childhood home, Not in loud obtrusive colors, But soft and earthy tones, Like a whisper

Peace Curtail your significance, For but a moment’s peace. Lay down your burdens, Your mind will be at ease. Check out some of my other work! A Few Thoughts on Age Heaven in Her Eyes Formed and Sent Doubts

Heaven in Her Eyes I speak now in a hushed tone— Afraid to scare away This, and being left alone, I would curse my fate. If I were, for but a moment, To hold it in my arms, It would be as shining golden

Roses Red Wherefore* are the roses red? Blood has stained them, Wherefore are their stems of thorns? Love may offer that and nothing more, Wherefore are the clouds white? Innocent are the eyes in awe of

"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." - Matthew 11:28 Check out some of my other work! A Sunday Blessing (Week 1) A Sunday Blessing (Week 2) A Sunday Blessing

Formed and Sent What I am Is not Who I am. Bestow your titles With judicious considerations, Like Adam in Eden Gazing at the yet unnamed Mass of animals. A bear, a lion, an otter. A lawyer, or a potter.