Childe Hassam – At Sunset pic.twitter.com/UpPrLgjwV9
— JCR (@Alabandine_) October 8, 2016
You Know My Thoughts
You know my thoughts
From far away;
I can’t attain
Your knowing ways.
Aim for the stars
And don’t look back
You’ll travel far
You’ve got the knack.
And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discernment, so that you may approve the things that are excellent, in order to be sincere and blameless until the day of Christ.
The Storm Arose
By stops and starts the storm arose:
Warm wind, soft rain, light snow.
At first it landed on the clothes
And did not brush the soul.
The storm increased as more awoke
And prayed for God to send
Sterner storms that would pick and poke
Beneath the skin, and end
The reign of renegades who’d gone
Unfazed by rising winds,
Lawbreakers who would wink and don
Cloaks that protected skins.
The wind bit hard, no longer warm,
And crawled inside the heart.
Poor reason perished in the storm,
Bright minds had lost their art
To plant deceit in treachery.
An evil plan recoils
Upon its maker, who won’t see
Counter-traps until he’s foiled.
The wind bit hard, and when the sun
Came out from clouds and shone,
The renegades, their senses stunned,
Were found in jails, alone.