We can waste a lot of time seeking God, becoming bitter when He doesn’t reveal Himself – or we can just…
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
A Contrarian Spirit of Levity
(why waste a lot of precious time)
There is no God that I can name
nor name of God to voice;
no moon that lights a crooked path
that leads me to rejoice.
No pebbles by the way that may
massage my swollen feet,
nor show my soles to ardent waters
Dark phantoms dwell inside of me,
like smoke throughout a wood,
now acrid ashes, embers of,
what once I thought as good.
And now I pray like hide-and-seek.
I count to three: a bridged technique!