Books and Bibles piled upon my desk,
With scattered pens and papers, a surface dressed
For work, a keyboard pulling quotes and thoughts
Together, in order, before they’re lost. Continue reading
Piled Upon My Desk

Books and Bibles piled upon my desk,
With scattered pens and papers, a surface dressed
For work, a keyboard pulling quotes and thoughts
Together, in order, before they’re lost. Continue reading
Wisps above inch slowly out of sight,
Ants march in form to enter hidden holes,
The woods conceal the beastly paths from light,
To unmarked graves go all anonymous souls.
A Cloudburst offering.
When people praise the deceased whose teachings they have condemned as pharisaical and legalistic, one just has to wonder.