Poems

Wilderness and Witness

How long O Lord before you kill these people the things they say and do are so sinful. Deep in the dark they lurk as if to cover up their deep rooted hatred for one another. They keep coming to hear the same things? 'Why," I ask, "when you wont obey these words I utter

By |2021-02-19T06:48:14+00:00January 1st, 2020|Poems|

The King

Anyone could tread on the King's court as he pleased, there was no royal carpet to roll on the floor. As One entered some bowed to their knees, but we thought Him a jester by the clothes He wore, less taste than us and ignorant in speech. He carried on ahead with eyes straight before,

By |2021-02-19T06:48:47+00:00December 22nd, 2019|Poems|