The Olive Branch and The Hammer

I tried to carry the weight on my shoulders. The burden you told me to cast away. I tried to swing with all my might. But the sword was to much to bear. I only shattered others. My hands fell by my sides. In despair I weeped. Only to realize in amazing glory. This sword I was not meant to carry. The truth is hidden in the depth of your glory. But it is so simple, why didn’t I see? I could not see what was right there in front of me? The need for Justice is not my right to bear. Holy Spirit you see in truth. Holy Father you judge faithfully. You alone Jesus hold that sword.

B.D.P

The Story of Zac Smith

Last Night I was Sleeping

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk? READ MORE

The Doldrums

Strange how the clouds come in; swirling gently around hills, caressing the land as they descend into the valleys of green; before long they have smothered the entire verdant landscape.  A quiet lays heavily upon the fields, and all seems motionless.  So is my mind now—again, for it seems all too regular these days.  Almost as a drunken stupor veiling my cogency with its heavy influence, a quiet hush imprints itself upon my occasionally frenetic thoughts; momentum is lost in that haze, and all attempts at forging new thoughts, new paths, new articulations—fall flat and silent long before their time. READ MORE