Life is fleeting

Life is brisk

Full of danger

And of risk

Life is brilliant

Life is bright

Full of wrong

And of right

Life is mine

Life is yours

Full of chance

And open doors

Held Firm

The mountains tremble,
   Yet I am held firm.
     
      The earth quakes,
         Yet I am held firm.

             Water growls fiercely,
                Yet I am held firm.
                 
                   Fire lashes out,
                      Yet I am held firm.

                         Demons come to taunt.
                            They jeer, snarl and cry.

                               "Why in our strength
                                  can we not bind her?"
           
                                     Satan arises in rage.
                                        "You idiots!" he screams.

                                           "Find easier prey
                                              And let me deal with her.

                                                 For she is held firm
                                                     In the hand of God!"

A good book takes you to places you've never been

Never heard of 

Never felt.

Let it show you new places as you listen

To it's touch

It's voice.

I feel like a candle burning low,

My heart it melts away.

"Please don't leave me here alone!"

I weep and beg and pray.

A guiltless lamb descends on me,

His wool it feeds the flames.

I watch him burn away for me,

But from the ashes came,

A lion fierce and powerful,

Who ate up all my blame,

And carried me to paradise,

To ever praise his mighty name.

The stirring of hoofbeats 

which rattle the ground.

The ear piercing whinnies 

what a powerful sound.

Dust billows upwards

and clings to their sweat.

Sleek withers and neck

which are glistening wet.

Wild mustangs they are

as mighty can be.

As they sweep o'er the moors

proud to be free.

The Slave's Cry

The whip, a striking adder.

The fist, a raging bull.

Thorns sleep in our feet.

Grass slices our cheeks.

Sun scorches our heads.

Frost sears our toes.

Deliver us.

Now and then

A thought pricks my skin

And my blood

Starts to drip through my pen

It displays

Fragments of my soul

Tears me to pieces

Yet makes me whole

The ink will flow 

In steady streams 

Releasing my heart

Revealing my dreams