The Lord is My Shepherd, I shall not Want?

“When those who found this skeleton attempted to disengage it from that which it held in its grasp, it crumbled to dust.” ― Victor Hugo

 

Sandra Ramos
            Sandra Ramos

 

When for ages the wind swept years away, there remained little of the life of the hermit, a stir past the window reminded eternity that mortality has its limits. Another flicker of movement that proved a harsh statement against all the laws of nature that screamed to be true. There’s always an exception, always an intervention by the divine laws which are generally ignored by the empiricists knowing they cannot tame the wild west of the spiritual. Though the house is dimmed by age, and windows covered in dust, sagging in their own way from age, life refuses to die. He holds on, battered and calloused from the struggle of living, refusing to crawl under the comforting sheets of the deep unknown. Something has died however, his passion has suffered the mortal wound. When it’s all said and done, am I alive if love is dead? And if so, what good is it?

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Prophecy

 “Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.” ― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
 
 
Inspired by my dream the night before
Pulling back into watery heaps, the plan is set
Leaving the crowds gathering in a storm of wonder
The coast changes and that for eternity
The waves swell and crash, hands of the potter

Brightness from the sky enlightens the new land
Flames peeling off like leaves from autumn trees
Eternity waits for another world to collide,
A ricochet leaving its destruction
the fearful people hold their mouths and wait