I was the girl in black, withering all away, the dreamer on the rack, beaten down with gray, the days were years, the years were centuries waiting for this day. All the yesterdays— those pale and hollow caves— all the tossing, turning ways of lying in the graves— the thirsts were flames, the flames were … Continue reading Alive


When God goes forth to war the mountains shake (ant hills to the great I AM) the bulwarks break (sticks before the battering ram) and justice hunts His foes as in days of yore. He breathes a word; the hosts of men (standing brazen in their glory) fall like paper to the wind, (trampled in … Continue reading Victorious