church is poetry. poetry is life. a life well lived.

Imaginary line drawn
No turning back.
Side view look
His neck craning.
Rather acute stare.

Where you going?
Don’t you love me?
Watch out for that…
sidewalk crack.

Street lights dimming.
The stars seek to bed.
The curtains drawn,
evidences erased, unaware.
She lay in her stone-made bed.

Luke 17:32 Remember Lot’s wife! 33 Whoever tries to keep their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life will preserve it.


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