I’m Looking at the Ashes

I’m looking at the ashes of my rebellious youth, the smoke of cigarettes with a label ‘condemned’ is still lingering in the air, but it cannot gaslight the brand new me, cause on my tiptoes I’ve lifted up my head and shoulders above the sooty ether— I’ve drawn closer to God Whose holy loving fireContinue reading “I’m Looking at the Ashes”

Among the Voices of the Forests, Mountains, Seas, and Rivers…

Among the voices of the forests, mountains, seas, and rivers,
a stranger heard the blast of a trumpet
and recognized the call of Lord.
The stranger grabbed a hiking stick and lit his torch;
he prayed and watched, he prayed and watched
to taste the wisdom,