Counsel has it’s downfalls, reliance on man’s filtered sighings, and pursed lips.

Animation is the key, a sparkle in the eye a must can be mistaken as angel of light. God’s council only will stand.


Curled, claws sting exit blood, the life shreds of facial skin, tissue-raw, reddened welt back.

hefted wood splintered weight

yet no flinch,

cries still floating.


Fishing line on eyebrow


. Small, sensitive, single song died;

tears follow, follow, follow-til Christ sets you free.


Pander, your bargains sprinkled with desperation quiet prayer breathed.

Answers come quickly,

generous His deed-and the cold heart turns.