My Newest First Tuesday Poem

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We Are His Valentines

On this day 
Show me someone
To show them Your love
On this day.

On this day
Show me the one
With room in his heart
For You this day.

RWOz2

Day Eight Hundred Thirty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our roundabout route via the wadi to the spot beneath the bridge consumed the rest of the day. But we remained there over night not because of the coming on of night, but because of the drone that was sniffing at our heels.

It was still present this morning. By the pattern of its movements we could tell it was combing back and forth, scanning each wadi. At one point it stopped midair as though contemplating something under its gaze.

Both of our hearts leapt with the thought that Quasimo’s cousin was the object of its scrutiny. And we both sighed with relief when it continued on without perpetrating any deadly action.

Elijah lowered his staff and we moved on.

Day Seven Hundred Ninety Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

An earth-shattering cataclysm overshadows all else that happened to us today.

We had finally honed our co-ordination to such an extent that everyone was satisfied – and we were moving at a pace that was comfortable for all.

A flash of light, brighter than the sun caused us to look around for its source. Our starting point of the morning was far behind, and beyond that rise the flash was being replaced by a burgeoning column of smoke.

We knew in our hearts that the city on the prairie was no more.

Many in both groups wanted to turn back, but for the most part Mei and the Captain were successful in dissuading them.

Only a handful left us.

Day Two Hundred Seventy #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was awake before anyone else today. A lot on my mind. I got up and paid another visit to the twentieth floor. Upon my return Elijah called a meeting and handed it over to me to run, while he went for a walk in the tunnel. He charged me to teach them about Stan.  None among this band have ever heard of him.

However, they tell me about someone who fits the physical description that I gave them. This young man had executed many of their number, but first had engendered hatred and fear towards them in the hearts of his followers by branding them as monsters, walking dead people.

When Elijah returned he prepared them for our departure.

Hide and Seek

We hide
From each other
From ourselves
From God

We disguise
Our thoughts
Our feelings
Our wounds

He sees
Through our disguises
To where we are hiding
He hears
The cry of our hearts
Of our inmost deep sighing
He knows
Through and through
Inside we are dying

He cares, so…He seeks

He seeks
And will not stop
Having counted the cost
He sweeps
High and low
For the coin that was lost
He braves
The dark, tooth and claw
For the sheep tempest-tossed

He cares, and He desires
That you would care too
And join in the game
And let Him send you.

RWOz2

Rich are the Days

“Rich are the days,
They fall in line
Naught can hurt me or mine.”

You’ve heard them

One trusts in riches
The other in the Lord
Two voices,
These same words
Fill their mouths
From the heart’s overflow

One rings hollow
As false as hell
The other tolls
Sweet and bright
As true as a bell.

RWOz2