Wednesday, May 22, 2019
Sunday, May 19, 2019
We all sit in our own booth
ears straining to hear our song
Others walking quick stepped or slow
footfalls of mercy or damnation we do
never know - as we sit in our own booth -
contemplating a new song, a verdant new
beginning - emerging from souled cement
from our own booth, blinking softly in the light
we dare to open the gate ...
we dare to open the gate.
Posted by Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP) at 6:56 AM
There through the gate on rusty hinges
walking through trials of hope, surprise,
and anticipated mercy ...
walking through the gate on rusty hinges
there on the other side cement gives way
to green pastures
I kick off my shoes
let my heart fill once