Aspiring christian creative writer creating pieces to provoke thought and give God and Lord Jesus Christ the glory! God bless and I hope you’re doing well!
On that dreadful night, of Halloween.
The day light would pass upon the night, Where the moon rises to claim her keep, The sound of the wolves howl at dusk, While the mourners come to weep!
A way in the wilderness
Rushing down the spiral way, Flowing down, there to stay, Through the jagged terrain to splash, Where the earth and rock would clash!
Whoever heeds correction.
A constant attempt, a failed try, a readjustment of ones approach, To forge in fire, your greatest desire, above all scorn and reproach,
Under the stars.
The days, lingered. Hours past from the breaking of the dawn, until the portion of twilight began. Day by day, a slow vicious repetitive cycle of yesterday carried over to the next day.
Death is all but defeated.
Death, does not suffer the denial of its due, nor does its shadow linger over its claim forever. Though it tarries, it will certainly claim it. Though it lingers, it will eventually come to pass. That constant cycle between life and death and all the inbetween before the final judgment of eternity for each and every soul according to that which is prescribed from what is already inscribed by the laws of heaven. It labors ceaselessly, and without remorse. Ever taking without compassion. Ever claiming without a tear shed for those who weep over the corpses of the dead. Yet death, is already defeated.
The manifestation of lust.
Desire. It’s a passionate desire that ensnares our senses, and captivates our minds. The simple gesture of another’s touch, the subtle hints through soft, seductive tones, and the display of affection that imprisons our hearts. Binding our souls to another that should not have been, entwining our flesh, attaching ourselves to another in our displays of weakness. To the simple, what looks delicious is enticing. To the foolish, the beauty of another is enough to lead astray. Such folly leads unwitting men into the grave by the deceptive intentions of the promiscuous woman. Into the very pits of hell, where death becomes their shepherd.
The art of wordplay
Power, is many things, and is seen in all things. It is shown in the flex of strength of a lion's courage to not yield in the midst of a challenge, it is revealed in the wisdom and knowledge of a generals capability to gain victory over his adversary. It is shown in the power that music has over those whom would give an ear, and in a story's capability to captivate its listener with both intrigue and astonishment. It is shown in the dedication two have in their partnership, and the way a man loves his wife, with discipline and restraint. Power, does not reside where men merely believe or see it to be. It is both seen and perceived, recognized and understood for what it is and where its power is displayed, and applicable in every circumstance.
That which arouses love.
Love. Tender, deep, affectionate love. The passion that stirs the heart beat, The fire that will inspire a song, Such hope brought forth through simple words,