Flames lick the straw and the suitcases we pack over a lifetime with vulnerable items we adore. We wonder without speaking, what lasts, what remains the day without perishing? Building is more than walls, it’s a foundation buried deep; stones for support, the strength that lasts. Fire burns, water … More BEAUTY FOR ASHES
It’s in the eyes, the depths where souls swim in pools of black and white prints, behind doors locked tight with faces blurred and names forgotten. There’s a wall buried deep, within our reach, a point of no beyond, where denial provides a path for retreat, or repentance washing us clean. Hold fast your position, … More A SEA DIVIDING
Evenings doors begin their closings. A cellophane sun recedes to a round horizon Where a faint filtering of clouds becomes invisible as night raises the flag of darkness. The burden of evening, being alone or without, Welcomes the spirit of fear or doubt Or suspicion of sounds. But with God, the author of life and … More A HANDFULL OF PSALMS
A thousand flags in the hands of dancers grace the blue tiled floor in Solomon’s temple lifting together in praise and adulation. Horns strike to up heaven, harps and bells cut sharp the air raising a standard of worship by faith. Drums beat the rhythm of a nation. Voices together offer thanks through … More SOLOMON’S TEMPLE
What right is of this? The passage from strength, the wall of stone held between paper fingers. What faith is within the ashes of belief? Altars of gold images dance proudly on heads. What calling speaks a name to step through fire? To a place of new winds … More WHAT
Sometimes the walls feel like hands moving in, taking over my space, moving me away from the center with a pushing to the outside where instead of looking out from where I am I’m looking in to where I was. It’s an odd place, not on one side or the other, until I quiet myself, … More THE PROMISE
Hidden in the narrow path we take are a life of words like vines twisting we reach and choose improving by expression, the hope of blending in. But without direction our internal light fades, our steps become entangled altering our direction and creating within a shadow without form. If we follow by prayer … More NARROW PATHS
Great stone walls made by hand stand with protection Like battlefield shields against enemy attack the bulwarks and redoubts the strength of man holding back the enemy by skill and might. Though plans are made to safeguard your space a crease in the armor and a crack finally forms to the heart of the soul … More A CRACK IN THE ARMOR
It’s not by coincidence that paths fulfill a dream, a first step with thoughts alive, the challenge fights to go. Many ways consume our lives shaping the person we become, the people we meet, family and friends and the walls that we call home. There is a path, … More THE PATH
His voice competed boldly against sidewalk clutter and boisterous buses hissing to abrupt stops. His beard twisted like ocean ropes to his chest, brushing over the top portion of a blue or maybe green shirt; gray stained pants and untied boots creased from roughness completed his wardrobe. He lifted with authority a bible, quoting verses, … More STREET MAN
Roger Singer 