Clash
Tail and claw clashing
Growling, hissing, angry sound
Humans reflected.
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Tail and claw clashing
Growling, hissing, angry sound
Humans reflected.
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This is the result of my having fun with my morning devotions and then mixing it with thinking about translation theory. Anyone up to produce Psalm 46 in another poetic form? I’m particularly interested in playing with translating into fixed forms. I’m safe with God my strength, my shield, my friend. In danger he is…
A scrap of road Flung upon a prairie Ending Starting. After-man stops And looks, wondering Where from? Where to? Someone made it Wanted it to last Why? How? Someone used it Followed it to finish Something Somehow. Somewhere needed it Gave it purpose, ending Gone. Lost. Discover more from The Jevlir Caravansary Subscribe to…
Everything has its season. Each purpose has its time. A time for birth, a time for death. A time to put in, a time to pull out. A time to kill, a time to heal. A time to demolish, a time to construct. A time to cry, a time to laugh. A time to lament,…
Luscious vines spread wide Branches trimmed fall far apart Leaves withered, fire burns. (John 15:1-8. Picture credit: Openclipart.org.) Discover more from The Jevlir Caravansary Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email. Type your email… Subscribe
A path goes by Along a gas line bare. Short grass grows or dies. Garbage gathers. The pole stands alone. Does the pole dream of rows of poles carrying telegrams then phone calls or perhaps electricity? Does the pole wonder why gas flows below why a person walks by why a truck dumps trash why…
Why? Why? … says Jacob. … asks Israel. My Lord doesn’t even notice As justice slinks away. Don’t you know? Haven’t you heard? Eternal God, Creator of the Universe Doesn’t tire Doesn’t wear out. Just try to find something God doesn’t understand! Giving strength to the weary Great power to the powerless Even the young…
This is the result of my having fun with my morning devotions and then mixing it with thinking about translation theory. Anyone up to produce Psalm 46 in another poetic form? I’m particularly interested in playing with translating into fixed forms. I’m safe with God my strength, my shield, my friend. In danger he is…
A scrap of road Flung upon a prairie Ending Starting. After-man stops And looks, wondering Where from? Where to? Someone made it Wanted it to last Why? How? Someone used it Followed it to finish Something Somehow. Somewhere needed it Gave it purpose, ending Gone. Lost. Discover more from The Jevlir Caravansary Subscribe to…
Everything has its season. Each purpose has its time. A time for birth, a time for death. A time to put in, a time to pull out. A time to kill, a time to heal. A time to demolish, a time to construct. A time to cry, a time to laugh. A time to lament,…
Luscious vines spread wide Branches trimmed fall far apart Leaves withered, fire burns. (John 15:1-8. Picture credit: Openclipart.org.) Discover more from The Jevlir Caravansary Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email. Type your email… Subscribe
A path goes by Along a gas line bare. Short grass grows or dies. Garbage gathers. The pole stands alone. Does the pole dream of rows of poles carrying telegrams then phone calls or perhaps electricity? Does the pole wonder why gas flows below why a person walks by why a truck dumps trash why…
Why? Why? … says Jacob. … asks Israel. My Lord doesn’t even notice As justice slinks away. Don’t you know? Haven’t you heard? Eternal God, Creator of the Universe Doesn’t tire Doesn’t wear out. Just try to find something God doesn’t understand! Giving strength to the weary Great power to the powerless Even the young…
This is the result of my having fun with my morning devotions and then mixing it with thinking about translation theory. Anyone up to produce Psalm 46 in another poetic form? I’m particularly interested in playing with translating into fixed forms. I’m safe with God my strength, my shield, my friend. In danger he is…
A scrap of road Flung upon a prairie Ending Starting. After-man stops And looks, wondering Where from? Where to? Someone made it Wanted it to last Why? How? Someone used it Followed it to finish Something Somehow. Somewhere needed it Gave it purpose, ending Gone. Lost. Discover more from The Jevlir Caravansary Subscribe to…