Tail and claw clashing
Growling, hissing, angry sound
Humans reflected.
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From my sister, Betty Nick, received in e-mail and posted by permission. She wrote this when she was a pre-teen. Christmas is a happy time With loved ones near; God must feel sad to have Another Christmas come With so many of His children, So content down here. Discover more from The Jevlir Caravansary Subscribe…
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…
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…
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
