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
I am downwind from the crossroads, adrift on the offside a thought. I hear the language of midnight calling where there is no second choice. A vine of clouds snake twist over a blue gray sky. Rain is far off, though moving closer within the halves of minutes. Here at a back stairway any door … More THE NEXT CORNER
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
Stand firm, hold the ground, let courage strengthen you; lions roar only when necessary, choosing battles before war creates division. Sermons call to arms willing souls bound for glory under the flag. Worthy causes stir the need to deliver for the sake of honor and faith focusing the light on the good and just.
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
I know a place where two roads gather into one marked by stonewalls where peace finds a rest away from the city tucked where few know it shines with quiet moments under summers cool shade. Grand trees line the road like sentries securing a path with massive forbidding mighty … More THE STONES
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
Roger Singer 