A Psalm that anchors me

Hi reader! How are you going? I want to share this Psalm with you: Psalm 11 For the director of music. Of David. 1 In the Lord I take refuge.    How then can you say to me:    “Flee like a bird to your mountain.2 For look, the wicked bend their bows;    they set their arrows against the stringsto shoot from the shadows    at the upright … Continue reading A Psalm that anchors me

Waiting

I'm waiting for the nut to crackthe wheel to rollthe boss to sackthe juice to spillthe knight to killthe grain to millthe air to chill I'm waiting for the string to snapthe clouds to fallthe paper to wrapthe water to clearthe ship to steerthe whimper to hearthe sergeant to cheer

Mushy apples

Mushy apples are squishymushy apples are sweetmushy apples are juicymushy apples have little nutritional value Wrinkly apples are spongeywrinkly apples are lightwrinkly apples are artisticwrinkly apples are dry crumbs in your mouth Crabby apples are shinycrabby apples are tartcrabby apples are babiescrabby apples hurt when thrown at you

Jonah

The waters ripple then swell then breakThe boat's beams jitter then creak then acheThe ship's crew whisper then panic then prayAnd I can no longer run away

The final rock

A rock, cut not from human handsfar stronger than silver and iron and goldcrushing the power of kingdoms of olda rock that ends but will not end If God is our rock, our refuge and strengthwe can't build our house upon the sandFor when the storm strikes and waves take awayall we have would end