
Photo: Alex Markovich. October 1, 2020. Dubovoe, Belgorod Oblast, Russia.
Photo #62 — SLUSLO

Photo: Alex Markovich. October 1, 2020. Dubovoe, Belgorod Oblast, Russia.
Photo #62 — SLUSLO




One Word
Praiseworthy
One word
Tells the Ancient Story
Before all
Time and space
Began
Of a Creator
Existing beyond
All distant shores
Living,
worshipped
in ecstasy’s
perfection
Elohim
Life-giver
Lord
Master
myGod








Today was so beautiful in my part of the world. It was the first real cool day with a breeze blowing. I could not resist a few pictures of our wetland area with the first few blushes of fall’s colors just starting. Hope you enjoy. Praise God for His kindness in making His world so pretty to look at sometimes!
I live in a smaller town where we still have a lovely courthouse square and several older, historic homes still being well-maintained making it pleasant to walk the city’s sidewalks.




Battleground
Darkness chases me
From an ancient enemy
Hot breath behind
On my neck
Running I scream
For someone to protect
My heart
I labor, I pant, I moan
Pain, terror fills the air
Eyes closed from fear
I crash into your chest
You stroke my hair
Embrace, folding me
Into the gentle nest
Of your heart
Your light explodes
Filling my orphan’s world
Making up for my lacks
Of home, family
Giving me yourself,
Lord Christ,
And our joyful ecstasy!

A Creeping
(a prayer)
Sadness creeps in
Between the cracks
Of my Darkened heart
That I wear
Holding on to
Every care
Help me, Holy Spirit
To let go
So old memories
May no longer hold
Their black power
Thank you for appearing
Willing to come nearer
To this world’s & my pain
Trying to teach me
The strength within your name
Of Glory, Majesty, power
Over heaven and hell
Urging me to tell
Your nearness to me
For a spell
Of Your Beauty’s angels,
Darkness’s demons,
Your blinding Light
Help me to do it right
To spread your goodness
To a world so dreadfully,
Desperately, in need of
Your Love’s Passion
And Perfectly Pure Might!!




Falling Leaves & Fuzzy Grass
Through falling leaves
& fuzzy grass
I hear fall’s whispers
As I pass
On glass waters
I watch you float
In orange, sun-yellows, gold
You gloat
Undisturbed by my remote
Passing by
I hold this day
Within my heart
Knowing from fall’s colors
I shall have to never part
So, if I am allowed to walk
Longer upon this earth
At another day, another time
I shall once again be witness
To that christening divine
Of yet one more glorious fall’s birth!