I was forced to pause at the edge of the precipice…

…and then I turned around and looked back. It was breathtaking and I wept. In pursuit of tomorrow, I had forgotten about yesterday. M.S McCown 2019

The Potter’s Field

This story begins with a venial sin, impatience was my crime. By acting with gall, it didn’t take long for God’s messenger to stop on by. With hopes to mend a broken friend I thought I’d give God a call. A prayer was said, just before bed But there was no reply at all. By […]

Cascade

On many a night, they’d hide from sight and yield the carnal way. Though passion begged silence, their Conscience, defiant, would caution them not to stray, “Lust and desire, a sure path to Hell’s fire!” but the words, unheard, would always fade away. With gluttonous thirst, in the abyss, live the cursed adrift, they would […]