by Kerry T Crane | Mar 10, 2021 | Poetry
What is wrong with the leaders of this so-called great nation? You see, this country was founded on God, and now there is no association. Now, these words that I write are not some uninformed accusation, for it is plain to see that between God’s word and our...
by Kerry T Crane | Mar 10, 2021 | Poetry
The silhouette is all I could see of the pines in the morning mist. I pondered upon the majesty of our creator, the Heavenly artist. The mist mysteriously hung there as if from the branches of the pines. I’m thankful for this moment to spare and to gaze upon God’s...
by Kerry T Crane | Mar 5, 2021 | Poetry
Thirsting, even to the point of death, for my well has run dry. There is a well, but the journey is far, down a rocky path where enemies hide in the cliffs waiting to kill. To live, the only option is to risk destroying my flesh to gather the life-giving water, so I...
by Kerry T Crane | Mar 5, 2021 | Poetry
The life of man is in a constant state of decline, spiraling towards the body’s extinction. The spirit of a man caught between the knowledge of eternity and the fear of no longer walking the earth. Only those conscious of God and His plan understand the spirit’s...
by Kerry T Crane | Mar 5, 2021 | Poetry
Ticktock, ticktock, until the spring has sprung in the works of a clock. As for such a piece, the time has now ceased, but there are others that continue to talk. Ticktock, ticktock. The hands have ceased to move, they no longer know the passage of time. They are...
