It was a beautiful door.Expensive wood.Carved features.A mind that understood. The door called.It beckoned.It glowed.It welcomed. The words it would sing.Sweet.Soft.Gentle. Words thatdelighted the soulyetmelted the marrow. I never noticed before.How it alwaysopened toanother door. Going from woodto metal.Less beautiful,the effects more internal. The doors became uglyand still I desired.It preyed on my depravity.My soul …
Hope
The flesh is a beggar, Who comes as a thief; His need is the one That matters Regardless the cost. His damage Cannot be calculated For it is greater Than the sum of Each individual cost. What human weapon Can stand against wiles so great? They defy survival; Desire and instinct Run wild, distorted, distracted. …
“Darkness” by Lord Byron
When I read this poem by Byron, it reminds me of the apocalyptic vision John shares with us is his Book of Revelation. I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bring sun was extinguish’d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth …
A Plague of Darkness
"Then the LORD said to Moses, 'Stretch out your hand toward the sky so that darkness spreads over Egypt—darkness that can be felt.' So Moses stretched out his hand toward the sky, and total darkness covered all Egypt for three days. No one could see anyone else or move about for three days. Yet all …