Near the Sea of Galilee

“So little, it’s impossible;five thousand need to eat,”But in His love and mercy,His bounty came complete. Five loaves of stale bread cracked,Rain fell in random crumbs,As Jesus prayed for man,In new life soon begun. Two fish, skin crinkled dry,From sands of moisture lost,In punnets passed ne’er emptied,His gratitude the cost. The fruit of love’s abundance,TheContinue reading “Near the Sea of Galilee”

“The River of Justice” Its Motivations and Circumstances

The focus on human nature brings the authors of classical literature to life, lifting them from the pages of ancient mythology into a current relationship with humanity. Many of these ancient authors utilize the timelessness of justice as a compelling driver of their poems and narratives. It has been established that human nature’s demand forContinue reading ““The River of Justice” Its Motivations and Circumstances”

A Garden Drowned

Glowing slivers of fingernail moons,White sands shine in suns at noon,Springtime rains on nature’s blooms, Tender starts that still our heart,Moans of lovers when they part,Dragonflies in thin air dart, These shiny sides of silver coins,Spin on edge to fall when joined,With purity since purloined, Spoils of oceans and barren hills,Senseless wars destroy and kill,SmellContinue reading “A Garden Drowned”

Summer Walk in Appalachia

Sit with me on this rockby the clear trickling spring.Hold my hand as Dawnspreads her yellow rose fingers.Rise to walk the hills of trees,In a molder of crunching leaves,Out from a trail of canopy shadeand rooted path of tired feetinto Day’s sun-filled embrace. Myriad colors peek distant mountains,A panorama of enduring love,As Dusk unveils theContinue reading “Summer Walk in Appalachia”

London Fire Watcher

I walk the cobblestones of Queen VictoriaStreet, rubbing the black soot from mybloodshot eyes and whiskingsnow-like flakes from my flat cap.A stench crawls the road beside mein a souring color of gaslight,flaming like golden fire,not yet pinched bythe lamplighter’s snuffer. The night’srubble crunches under my shoesas my walk stirs thick grey fogworking hard to concealaContinue reading “London Fire Watcher”