by J.F. Pringle I was dead: a rotting corpse in a sun-drenched land.A heap of other dead men to my left, a pile of them to my right.It was like a dream, as I sat in my decay and I wished to wake up.But I had wandered into the void of endless night. Hope was […]
by J.F. Pringle I am the sun.I break through with my light,Great hope that’s found,In your dark…in your plight. I am the dawn.Peaceful and welcoming,Beautiful on my own.You sit and watch,The many colors of morning. I am the noon.An apex in your heart’s sky.Free, you forget the night.Growing in majestic strength,We climb to passion’s height.
by J.F. Pringle A Voice compelled her into darkness unknown.Afraid, she went in anyway.And found courage to enter the watery cave:The place she’d run from every day. Her trembling hands grasped at the wet walls.Cold and drab, the stones at her feet.Her will to go forward was quickened by His.But a beast for sure, she
by J.F. Pringle Silent repose in clamorous ambiance,Sitting in a world gone mad:Crooked necks staring into glass squares.A sea of lighted faces in which to find you,Steady confidence long overdue. Old Faith, tried and enduring, still guides.And strength is a tide, washing away yesterday’s errors.Failure floats away into a sea of forgetfulness.But not glad memories
by J.F. Pringle No seat was better than atop dad’s shoulders. He saw the floats, the bands, the steeds, the soldiers.None of that mattered, why dare even mention? His heart began to race when he saw that red engine.The company drew closer, men laden in blue. One look at proud faces and the boy knew,“Daddy
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