Dawn drops the hammer on the
last intersection of day. A star curtain
drapes itself over a thin blue canopy.
Tasteful air rushes in to become the last act.
Stories told grow tall with unnatural lies,
encouraging events that didn’t happen
until reality calls us out from the bench,
waiting to see if we melt or endure
in the heat of battle.
Hope lives in the words of Psalms.
Lifelines of thoughts are extended.
An opportunity on every page to be
blessed with God’s love.
Roger Singer 