wisdom


Sedated Sleep

An aged oak stretches its fingers Through purple skies. Under its branches owls convene And ravens spy. Man justifies walking-by, Sowing white lies And Christ is no longer found On solid ground. Postmodernism’s axe swings low Striking at reason’s roots. Now, owls shiver, wisdom withers, Spoiling virtuous fruits. Objective morality feeds less and less And faith becomes obsolete. Humanism we …Continue reading →

Too Blind Canvas

Faith paints holding a redemptive brush, A heart gently kneaded by Light’s touch. Thick young pride dipped in Crimson’s deep Leaves a humble rhyme impending sweet sleep. Too blind canvas once lost and proud Now found under flesh-colored grace. Sounds quite queer À la modern man’s ear– Knots brushed and braided in lower soul’s beard. So quick to tear Seeing …Continue reading →

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