Visitor Best dress, collar pressed Dirty steeple, faceless people Discard connect card Confession Desperate wailing Propitiation secured Undeserved grace Conversion Ten ton emptiness Breathlessness gives way to hope For freedom, set free Let me know what you think!
I don't know why but I've started to write poetry as well as draw. Maybe it's a mid-life crisis? Who cares? Here's a few Haiku for you, with a bonus Senryu. Haiku Isaiah Coal pressed to the lip Eternity is revealed Behold the throne room Prophesy Say to the dry bones I will make breath… Continue reading Hello, Haiku.
“The cloak that I left at Troas with Carpus, when you come, bring with you, and the books, but especially the parchments.” 2 Timothy 4:13. He is inspired, and yet he wants books! He has been preaching at least for thirty years, and yet he wants books! He had seen the Lord, and yet he… Continue reading Give Thyself Unto Reading
The Phone The phone rings, caller known or unknown it doesn't matter, and I stare at the screen terrified to answer. I can't do it. I can't talk to people right now. I can't make a voice. And what if they need something? What if I have to go outside? I can't do it. I'll… Continue reading The Battle
1I've been walking along this road beginning as far back as I remember. In fact if you asked me when this Walk began I might say, "It's all I've known, so much so that I didn't realize I was upon it until just now." 2And now that you've mentioned it, I can't help but notice.… Continue reading The Road