A 60 word story.

Sunday is the Lord’s resurrection day…

Christ made the journey and paid the price, now all we have to do is believe…

A poem I wrote around easter time about the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Conall is rescued from the sea by a beautiful woman.

A restless youth born before the world’s end wrestles with the frustration of being confined to a new theosophical order. He plans his mutiny from aloft the tower of Babydel citadel. Story based on the Gothocracy Chronicles.

My desire to be perfect is not going to happen in this life. It is almost like a carrot on a stick held in front of us to keep striving to attain it.

Ode to a man esteemed of God, Joseph of Arimathea, puller of nails.

I think the week of Passover is the deepest part of the world.
Everything in life points to resurrection.

And I can’t keep silence about that, now can I?

As for the poem in its poetry sense…I don’t really know how the flow works. Sometimes I have to stop and re-emphasize a line because of the beats. Eh…

God’s Love on the tree — The tree of sacrifice, He knew the cost.