Machseh(Refuge)

As the tides rise And my fears with it My eyes search for the shore Looking wildly for arms made with clay As the waves billow You test the limits of my trust And ask me to come to You With steps barely a whisper, I crawl The ground quakes Disintegrating into a million pieces…

The Rising

I see oil Trickling down Like droplets of rain In a storm a-rising I see Him- Potter Molding the clay to His will Drawing the hearts of fathers to himself Finding the lost and healing the broken I see fire Spreading relentlessly Through the hearts of men Like dry leaves in harmattan I see the…