Today freedom will taste like turkey, dressing, and pumpkin pie as we lift our forks in thanksgiving. We salute love of country, family, and friends. But at some point in history the liberty that America enjoys tasted like sacrifice, heartwrenching sacrifice… I am thinking about a couple of things this morning. One is the Mayflower and the…
Tag: Poetry
bleak autumn evening
bleak autumn evening Edgar Allan Poe rap, rap, rapping at my door
the banquet hall
tangerine sunset spills upon the banquet hall no one notices
silent
silent moments quell the chaos, muffle the din and nourish the soul
city dwellers
city dwellers know nothing of the vinedressers’ joy of harvest time
life’s marrow
Ethiopia ancient civilization core of life’s marrow
regret…
the people in black will mourn the Man of sorrows seeing him through tears ~Zechariah 12:10
burden
cast your burden in the depths of the ancient sea remembered no more
Bonnie Saul Wilks 