Sleepless

Tell me, stars, how often God has shown up for you in your cold existence. Over the millennia, how often has God been your renewal, your hope, your reason for being — or have you died already, unnoticed, your light unrequited? Tell me, tears, if you ever grow...

Late Nights

The floor creaks and keeps me company, like friends lingering together long after the last drink, determined to tell all the tales and sing all the songs before calling it a night. Of course, the floorboards only chirp & groan in the early morning and at the end...

Stars

I wait for you to be the strength of the Lion but you are busy saving your own hide from all who hunt the unconquerable. I watch patiently for your Harp to rise and soothe the world into peace but your lyrics sag with lament. I wonder if you wander like the Big Bear...

Taps

Day is done. Holy One, while I sleep Thou increase grace and peace. Let my soul yield control, to Thee cleave.

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