Yet the Woods Sing Still

I. Birth   Grace grows from Her arms, Falling past the lake that bows Toward Her elegant legs Of virginal innocence.   The sea wished She were near His bold waves, to see him crush The demon's ship for Her.   The prairie rejoices in Her voice Which She sang from birth To Mother who... Continue Reading →

The House

I awake, sharp, inside this war-torn room, Though I can’t recall how I arrived here. Barely having strength in these thin legs, I begin to inspect the empty surrounding.   The pin-drop creaks pierce my ears; A Spirit of Fear begins to overwhelm me. I fling open the door, praying for comfort. But, only a... Continue Reading →

One Last Hymn from a Gentle Bird

Crest curving like the crescent moon, And fluttering wings grown so soon.   Sweet hymns I sang in church to the Lord; But at home similar songs had soared.   I wrapped my velvet, ivory fingers around. The trust was in not making a sound.   Grey, white, and yellow--each would hug, In feathery softness... Continue Reading →

A Settler’s Spring

Gentle breezes wisp through my hair. A faint echo flows all around. Walking along this powdered path, I feel His presence here with me.   The sky is lit up with radiant colors, Flowing across like a refined painting. I’ve seen it before, yet I’m still in awe Of how dazzling His works are.  ... Continue Reading →

Just To Say, Only Greens

I snatched Them greens In the tip jar, While you were In the back.   Didn't know What you Was gonna Do with it. Probably Some fancy Family meal out.   I know, Old man. You run the store Late at night, Going home later To your family Who are all Sleeping.   You were... Continue Reading →

A Vagrant’s Winter

I am here--and He is here with me, Saying to let go of the things within That has caused this plant to die from Suffocation. Oh, those lies of the world.   So this is the path I choose to take, The path which gives me life; To be who I am in Him, glorified.... Continue Reading →

The Walk

His skin, like sand dampened by the ocean, Her tresses were as waves flowing in motion. His onyx hair blocked the moon's reflection, Contrasting that of her bright, fair complexion.   She gently molded her hand with his own, And he harmonized his footsteps to her tone. Though she was reticent, he remained steady, Until... Continue Reading →

The Underbrush

  I slip down the trail, lost In my own psychotic imagination. What was it? The tedious wanderings Of a small child, trying To find her way home—but trapped By its twig ropes and leaf chains.   Where was I? The forest Refuses to speak; a transformation I must endure. Streaky-bleak skies, my Only map... Continue Reading →

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