After the Judgment – Image from Wikimedia The ZEALOTS, a first century theocratic movement which believed that if an armed rebellion were incited against the Romans, a Messiah would arise and lead Israel by force back to the pure Jewish nation it once was, free from Gentile influence. The named disciples of Jesus included at […]
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Photo by Chevanon Photography from Pexels Happiness, when it sings,Sings liked a songbirdOn the hillcrest of contentment. The journey to big C begins at five:Good physical health.Perky in the day, pleasantly spent by time for dreams. Companionship of a fellow soulWhose presence alone is enough to fill the peace –Many words not necessary; just smiles
Photo by Pixabay from Pexels I believe the soulI feel itComes to you.When you’re ready quietly. But this early?By all accountsThere’s something brooding in meNine years soon. I am the two I am.Body-mind and soul. With light and tendernessVague words bubbling under waterMy blue soul coming in to fill meAn ancient angel child resting in
Photo by Tobias Bjørkli from Pexels I understand something I don’t understand.The soul begins to come out.SayAs in birthBut not.And it expressesTotally wordlesslySomething,As though it wants to know us in the momentWhile we can.Even though I think my soul already knows me.And our feelings begin to mergeBlendAnd old things that used to hurt don’t hurt
Photo by Ron Lach from Pexels When does a poem wax more sermon than a blog? If conscience bleeds and critics ruminate!The table scraps my children dropped to feed our dog, That’s poetry. Though I’m alone of late. I tend the Hungry now, with meals that chefs prepare. Clothe some new-bought, and some with odds
