Assurance not in man’s way
Christ’s death who does dispise
wretched I beyond dismay
man can’t revoke the sacrifice
that was made for you for me
sin forged for me a chain
redemption is always free
downtrodden I no longer
picked up though I fall
clean and pure this sinner
savior’s blood paid it all
I was chained to oars on a boat
who cares that the sea salt tickled my nose
I could not inhale the fresh brisk air
filth filled my nostrils
and leather threatened to lick my shoulders
“pull.. pull.. pull.. pull..”
I was urged to keep a constant pace
this was the life I was regulated to
I was once a simple farmer
who loved my wife and my children
I couldn’t wipe tears on my grainy face
had they been burned alive?
had they miraculously escaped the terror?
I opened my eyes from a dream
fiction always comes alive in sleep
today’s news is pushed beneath my door
I smell burnt flesh
screams pervade my reality
hundreds of bare feet pound in futile retreat
senseless are these radicals
who teach young boys to wield swords
my fingers sift through the ashes of a church
looking for any remnant of life
the age old story on society overtaken by another
they called it “the spoils of war”
I call it senseless brutality
against peaceful innocent victims
but then we live in an advanced age
“enlightenment” some call it
where civilization slides backwards
they inhale unjustified cruelty
the reclamation of barbarism
the true captives of a hellish purpose
Today’s prompt at Poets United is Captivity.
Caught in life’s vice
no beginning no end
chains bind
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frail beginning
long awaited by the sun
fern’s song
This week’s photo challenge was Twist.
Two very different captures of the theme taken in L.A.
Release me
invisible chains confine
never to be free
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The prompt at Carpe Diem today is Release
Photography: A Wheelchair © L. Moon 2013
texts & photos by @p3ob7o
Words, images & collages tossed from a window.
texts & some photos by @p3ob7o
Tools & Thoughts for Leaders
SHORTS, NOVELS, AND OTHER THINGS
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
Poetry by Mich
FOR READERS AND ASPIRING WRITERS
penned in moon dust 