Tag: Poetry
Repose
In Hebrew, she is “he,” he is “who,” and who is “me.” If that isn’t confusing enough to English speakers, here’s another twist: Evening is the beginning of the day, night the second part, and afternoon the last. The first man, Adam, knew it was a good time to meet with His Maker for fellowship….
Words to Honor Her
I heard someone say once that poetry is simply the right words placed in perfect order. Well, if you have ever written a poem, you know how challenging and yet fun it is to find the appropriate words and arrange them perfectly to express your heart. Hard work and rewarding work. Here are a few…
Bruised Reed
Bruised Reed Hollow face pressing desperate upon stones built by Herod. Grief lines penetrating fragile bones, tear stains etching cold outlines. Bruise reed, shivering upon the wall, cast your wound into the sea’s deepest part, salve in its forgiving depths. Justice slept in your seed and awoke to plane the unequal surface square. ~bsw
Bonnie Saul Wilks 