morningsun’s breath whispering anew
trushes’ voice dances firstnotes blue
praise the songs, praise dawn’s bright sigh
praise the leap from Word’s first cry

sweet rains fall, sun-kissed from skies
first dew’s kiss on primal grass lies
praise the sweet of garden’s wet kiss
wholeness blooms where He did pass

mine the sunlight, mine the dawn
born of Light where Eden’s beauty shone
praise with joy, praise each new rise
God remakes the day before our eyes

morning breaks, first light replays
Thrush speaks, dawn’s hymn conveys
praise for song, praise the new
praise the spring from Word’s view.

:: 06.07.2024 ::

UNDER every crack
the broken smile lives
Above the skies
a dysfunctional god

Our trades / the desires
Our sadness monetized
Our sex all in vain
Our politics remain

And what do we get
for our pain?
We trade desires
even though we die

So we burn
in the fire we’ve made,
In shadows we dance
as our edges fade.

Dreams turn to ashes,
whispers to screams,
In a world where nothing
is quite what it seems.

We walk through the embers,
lost in the night,
Searching for meaning
in flickering light.

Our hearts charred and heavy,
our spirits worn thin,
Still, we persist
in the furnace within.

For in every flame,
there’s a story untold,
A struggle, a hope,
in the heat of the cold.

So we burn,
not in vain, but in strife,
Forging our path
through the crucible of life.

We burn.

:: 06.07.2024 ::