Category: Poetry
Why We Ought to Look Up
There was a taleof the astrologerwho fell into a well:her head like a star,lightyears backuntil she stepped into the crack. Street neat and cemented—who would have known?Well, except the distractedin a world of her own.Through the crack she fellinto another world, swell. Had she focused on the walk she might have missed the adventure and…
Abraham Maslow
Imagine going without basic necessities: no sound. That is exactly what to do to preach and heal “Take nothing, but an extra shirt.For work after, have a sword and buy one.” So what is the point here? And they answered, “Nothing.”
Law of words
Writer wielded wordsin a way women were wagingthe want to what is but cannotwith the lawlaw at workWho will admit wrongdoing?What will we be?not yet beenmade known
God’s Face
my career as a writer revolved around the problem of pain again and again to the same questions, an old wound that never quite heals from my books, their anguished stories to my doubts calling after me I have learned to not answer One question, however, Do I know of only one way about suffering…
The Artist
The artist felt his work represented him a style colorful, large pictures, paper, paint confined to his bed where dread overshadows everything else collect the abandoned equipment before leaving praise God which means “blessings” the lowest points can make it possible to be afraid to follow
The Timeless
old for a person, old for a city, even older in California’s White Mountains the identity claimed “Very truly” a bold assertion chronological, eternal, legitimate The timeless dying and rising again a future bound by time the sun forbear to shine; will be forever
Rebuilding
the city he remembered and loved was no longer there. And so was hea hit-or-miss proposition . . . sorrow and loss so significantin exile, the desperate plight of devastationlies with fire and return to reminisce to rebuild the damaged parts of our power changing us for the future
in lie
words of a complete failure“Compare”“View”“Try”“Excel”And he did but still felt like a loser“What is going to become of me?”“Can I? Really? Truly?” These thoughts hauntbut no onesimply wasn’t doing So struggle alonethen recover in hopea new way of living:Life as defined by the one who gives it meaning find hope: the way, the truth, the…
Solomon
How does it feel, my king, do you remember?That night before you made the wishAnd what about after? Did you perhaps feel lighter?Wiser? Like a dog off the leash Exalted, your Majesty, beyond and more than greaterAll shrine, no tarnish Your words that still matterThose of the writers’ wishIn the Promised Land of Happily Ever…
Long Shadows
What do you dothat no one knewor mentioned no response and surprising another,I, the Evangelist,left the night thinking the way lives cast long shadowsGod praying words that challenge the lovingbut, correct It’s a high privilege to play the promise is to help us rememberthat our lives are short,for now long after hometoday, in the lives…