LATHE-dizzy
STONE throwing shards
HENCE, detritus of past
GRACE, trail of future hope.
Month: March 2023
2023-03-06 words
ANNOY, FLUSH, ISLET, AWAKE
Saving Grace
STONE cold heart, from
HENCE has
GRACE brought you to the
LATHE to mold, to warm, to shape you.
Sanctification
GRACE turns the heart like a
LATHE turns a metal block,
HENCE something rigid into something shaped,
STONE to flesh, glory to glory.
Grace
GRACE is not always mild, like a cool breeze in summer; it can be like a
LATHE, locking down subject, rotating, setting up the needed cuts.
HENCE grace can be unwelcomed, as though something easier than the hardest miracle could turn
STONE hearts to living ones.
2023-03-05 words
GRACE, LATHE, HENCE, STONE
Weighty Thought
LAGER goes down easy on the deck,
FINCH warbles sweetly in the trees.
MARRY? That gives pause–a thought meant to last, meant to weigh,
CREPT into an inattentive life. Perhaps it’s time to measure the passing moments, make them count.
Daydreaming
LAGER drained, I linger and watch the
FINCH hop from branch to bush and
MARRY thoughts of flight with song, thoughts which
CREPT into my mind, aided no doubt by the lager.
Reflection
”LAGER, please.” The barman, known to all as
FINCH, poured the drink, sneered
”CREPT in here the day you’re going to
marry that girl? What for? Dutch courage?”
Upward
SLYLY, using every last
OUNCE of determination, finally
CRAWL out from where you hide. Ride
ABOVE your present station, reaching peaks from which to fly.