Sacred Sunrise

The candles burned brightly in the temple, repaired the curtains and ordered the day, while down in the fields a body, dead lay. ——– Relieved they slept through a golden dawn and missed the signs that God was about, missed the glory of dying being bested. ——- The sun burnished creation that morning and made… Continue reading Sacred Sunrise

It is Rare

It is rare that we hear the truth from leaning liars, and we find ourselves assigned apologies that are spun and woven as spider’s webs to placate and push away critics and the fearful future of resignations. — It is rare that we hear of poverty on the agenda of the wealth driven economies of… Continue reading It is Rare

Save the Life of a Child

You looked at them and paid,
you did that thing to

The Harrowing of Hell

Is it within, without, was it always someone else’s tool that they used to abuse, confuse and cruise their hate through another’s quick crisis. ——- Hell hath no fury? Give them hell. Hell is – other people said Sartre, The road to hell is paved with – good intentions. I felt like hell; are ——-… Continue reading The Harrowing of Hell