Blueness

Blueness Six million dead and the blueness of a wound, scars in the inward parts, is there a blueness to revive us? None. But the bruises of a perfect lamb chastised for peace, for justice, for mercy. His blue bruises mingled with scarlet cleanses white, weightless white. See hidden here in the prophets’piercing pages of…

Hip Struck

Hip Struck I crave silence but not just any, rather the kind that slathers the soul like a soothing salve and leaves a blanket of protection, soft luxury upon the skin. The kind that penetrates the crusty rim and reaches the brittle reed within. Layers and layers of lanolin, silence swathes a path of healing,…

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 level.  

Two Silver Trumpets

In the Torah, detailed instructions about the blowing of two silver trumpets are given to Israel. Since the Diaspora and the rebirth of the nation of Israel, these silver trumpets have not been officially blown. In Israel today, Messianic believers and worshippers from all nations are beginning to incorporate the sound of the silver trumpets…