https://allpoetry.com/story/16437582-A-Chance-to-Enter-the-Contest—WHY–.-.-.-Did-Jesus-Die–by-Seah-Ray A Chance to Enter the Contest / WHY? . . . Did Jesus Die? Link to Contest: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2802170-WHY–.-.-.-Did-Jesus-Die- Contest / WHY?… Did Jesus Die? Inquiring minds want to know: Just:Why Did Jesus Die?https://www.jw.org/finder?wtlocale=E&docid=502016853&srcid=share Is it so that all ‘good’ people to heaven will fly?Then, what of the earth underneath the sky?Is this where all bad … More A Chance to Enter the Contest / WHY? . . . Did Jesus Die?

https://allpoetry.com/poem/12909936-I-Dreamt-I-Was-a-Faucet-by-Seah-Ray I dreamt I was a faucetprecious wisdom flowing throughout anyone thirsty for guidanceneed only twist my handlesfor me to spout. Located in an overgrown gardenof a once palatial country home a weeping willow still sways gentlyas butterflies to flowers happily roam settling for a momenttrespassers weary sneak a seaton a porch weathered badly though … More I Dreamt I Was a Faucet

https://allpoetry.com/story/14208965-Pray–prey–pray–by-Seah-Ray Yes, it’s run–sick cycles, sadly, endless,since sin’s influencebegan. So wise…do riselike sun each morning and pray:“Please God…Do take my hand!”And apply our hearts to wisdom.Like sands of time,our goal:to withstand. Foretold:Man would one day cometo ruin the earth;killing both fleshly brother and beastwith gleeand tragic inhumane mirth.Hatred and violence increasinglike weeds from seedsand finallydeath … More ‘Pray, prey; pray!’

‘Look! Now Is the Day. . .’ “Look, the day!Look, it is coming! Your turn has come; the rod has blossomedand presumptuousness has sprouted.” Ezek.7:10. *** Centuries ago,a prophet Ezekiel foretoldwords to be absorbed into an ancient scrollto unfurl steadily from of old to present as even a red carpet is unrolledcreating a regal path, upon which multitudes todayhave sadly … More ‘Look! Now Is the Day. . .’

‘A Fine Warfare’ Carnage ~~~~ not heaped~~~~~~~~high as pyrescompiled for pillages–inspired~~~~by rage, greed, hatred, carnal desires–Youthful… Flee from in rapidity.“Pursue righteousness, faith, love, peace,” “without hypocrisy”. “Irreverent false stories,” as “told by old women” Reject… Train with ‘Godly devotion’ as your aim. Protect. War against ‘wrong’. Fight for spirituality. Battling for ‘right’ strong. Go on waging the fine … More ‘A Fine Warfare’

As each new sun loyally spinson knees, you may kneelor sometimes you standby their bed, feel within your handonce fingers firm, now softly wrinkledstill grand as lovingly entwinedby limbs yours, by mineor just lying gently in one’s palmsas you stroke gently beloved skinslowly growing coldas their bloodruns tragically too thin as also, you try to … More A DYING MAN’S WISH

https://allpoetry.com/poem/13935089-If-You-Please-by-Seah-Ray Shouted into raging waves of a thunderous sea as you stand on the precipice with a gale wind at your back. This invisible attacker or few inspiring you to leap in anger. Whispered in dark corners as music disjointed agitated your heartstrings and smoke burned your eyes causing you difficulty in seeing or breathing. … More If You Please

Almost-A- Murderer: BACKFIRED Chapters One & Two BACKFIRED Prologue “Sure, I knew he was capable of murder… I’d groomed him to be,” reasoned Micah’s mom, as she struggled with the rope binding her hands behind her back, thinking: “Doesn’t every mom wish their son could commit murder for them?… I just didn’t think in a … More Almost-A- Murderer: BACKFIRED Chapters One & Two

An ‘Unlikely’ Pair–Imagined ‘This Interview’ On March 14, 2022,early morning, while reclining on a loveseatsipping lukewarm coffee,browsing my iPad’s feed, I stumbled across a brief articlepeeking my ‘neutral’ curiosity: the New York Times: ‘The Morning’:entitled: ‘An unlikely hero’… Becauseof a ‘love’ for people, I am comprised. Therefore, this opening caught my eyes: “We look at … More An ‘Unlikely’ Pair–Imagined ‘This Interview’

Renewed Love (contest Write what ‘He’s not heavy, he’s my brother’ means to you) How I seereflected before melike sweet golden ripplesto consuming wavesrushing from earth out to sea a love growing so much strongerduring these storms turbulent,terribly frightening… Darkened–our skies,though lightening bolts strike brightnessof crippling adversity scattering humans dehumanized… So how can we not … More Renewed Love (contest Write what ‘He’s not heavy, he’s my brother’ means to you)