Did you like the snow









Did you like the snow when you were here or

when the harvest moon filled the atmosphere?

What about the summer sea

when you walked in Galilee?

I can see you everywhere I go

in the moon light and the snow

I see you by the summer sea

walking on the water you rescued me.

The Terror of The Thirties

woman wears black top close up photography

Photo by lilartsy 

The Terror of The thirties,  so say the Russians of old.

The Law of the first of December and  no one could escape the woes.

Hundreds of thousands upon thousands dead in the snow.

The Linengrad devil tried to steal their souls.

Randomly killed for a quota and no outcry could be heard.

Stalin killed his own family just to feed his evil rage.

Rivers of  blood shed we never seen to learn.

The terrors of the thirties let us turn the page.

Gravity feels heavier…

Photo by Victor Freitas

I am breathing underwater and not wondering how

I am praying to be rescued but not sure if the time is now

Gravity feels heavier than it use to but in the water I am weightless

I can no longer hear the angry world and could not care less

You are so close I can hear but not touch you

You are The Holy One well acquainted with Truth

Confusion has a Cost

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Photo by Pixabay 

Confusion has a cost

Like skimming off the dross

It all goes swirling down a drain

Leaving oily globs of pain.

The Trojan horse is chaos

Now enters your thoughts

The battles swarm like bees

The Word of God cannot be defeated.

Take heart

Because you are not crazy

You are a warrior

The Battle is the Lord’s.

So, listen for the sounds of spring

Listen for the bells of victory

You will take flight on His Wings

Let your praises ring!

Take heart

Because you are not crazy

You are a warrior

The Battle is the Lord’s

That place where we bleed

Photo by Lum3n

It is an early morning rain

blue crystals falling from the sky

Oh all the words won’t come my way

the search for them makes me high

I saw you sleeping in the candle light

coming round to that place where we bleed

Oh all your thoughts won’t come my way

each idea planted like a row of seeds

It is an early morning rain

a symphony falling from the sky

Oh all the dance steps are ours

or at least to give a try.