Inner Peace Soil crackled, dried burnt to black underneath layered debris of grief after escalating leafy spins of menopausal stalls due from familial cocoons spun twilight to darkening moons; none, no more glowing stars or suns once glistening reverential eyes now plagued by memories of agitated skies performed in an assortment of screened-off views; hindered … More Inner Peace

‘Death On a Torture Stake’ (contest Poem on the Trinity – Ronald A William) I am convinced; “know for a certainty that God made him both Lord and Christ, this Jesus whom you executed on a stake.” Acts 2:36. Yes, “they shouted: “To the stake with him! To the stake with him!” Pilate said to … More Death On a Torture

Old Vines Hanging limply on the vine with curling leaves to dryness inclined when once vibrant of heart, of mind, as brilliant berries bursting with juices, now eyes revert inwards. Or nostalgically of lost behind. How do we: “Strengthen the hands that hang down and the feeble knees” when anger and violence in the air … More Old Vines

Why Wouldn’t We? With forever placed within our hearts and earth the place where our Creator did start the process of our living where do we begin? True, our life spans approximately are 70 or 80 years filled with anxiety and daily fears of what to eat and what to where; also stress becomes mankind’s … More Why Wouldn’t We?

Into the Blueness They Flew A bird lame. Weighed down by what life became… Beaks pecking this one insane. Joined together or constant in solitary inane brutality they wreaked havoc invoking relentless pain. The other birds lacked joyful songs. Plucked this one’s feather ’til felt desolate. Not encouraged to belong. Though, to tell the truth… … More Into the Blueness They Flew