This is a poem about an unborn poem. It’s been rattling around in my soul for over a week now. I know it’s about faith in place of fear and it involves the Red Sea. ( I’m currently reading the... Continue Reading →
If we are to awakenthe dead in spiritthe bruised and numbedthe broken in mindthe quenched of hopeand the dashed of dreams….How many more books will be written?How many new songs will be composed?How many more works of art will be... Continue Reading →
From my window at the top of the hill I observe the once vibrant city whose streets were ruled by Wisdom She gathered her people and gave them counsel until they sought their own wisdom She was like a tree... Continue Reading →
Hefting my flaming sword I circle the bramble brush listening for panicked whispers of doubt and fear My oppressed bones have tired of terrorist games Even open-mouthed tables turn to stare Watching me in hot pursuit armoured in God’s glory...... Continue Reading →
Where is the sense in making peace with a past that is filled with the dry bones of death? Does it make sense to remain in this land where flesh is no longer and breath has since departed? Even the... Continue Reading →
Beneath rich blue skies wisdom exonerates time from theft It’s not what time took but it’s what it left behind It’s the maturity of imagining what it’s like to be unbreakable .....to be remarkable This... is what wisdom teaches those... Continue Reading →
Awakened by the scent of angry winds... her heart thrills in anticipation Others flee but not she Instead...rising to greet the hysterical storm below Opening her wings welcoming the screams closing her eyes as she’s lifted by raging winds to... Continue Reading →
I refuse to forget the days when the truth was irrefutable when it was nailed to our foreheads and burned through our tongues I refuse to accept the greasy pole of reasoning that beats its own drum while insisting that... Continue Reading →
Sometimes there’s a pressure in your chest it might sit there like a rock or threaten to burst out (like some alien thing) ....and it won’t go away If you choose to visit this pressure if you dare to come... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 