Ovens have their heat array
To make bread or harden clay
But ovens amidst the elite
Have cookies on a cookie sheet
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Monday, August 7, 2017
Sunday, August 6, 2017
Saturday, August 5, 2017
Listening
What I need to listen
Is an absence of the noise
So that words may glisten
And sound may hold its poise
What I need to listen
Is an absence of the self
So that Truth may glisten
And not be put upon a shelf
Who I need to listen to
Is He who is the One
The point of all creation
God's only begotten Son
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Is an absence of the noise
So that words may glisten
And sound may hold its poise
What I need to listen
Is an absence of the self
So that Truth may glisten
And not be put upon a shelf
Who I need to listen to
Is He who is the One
The point of all creation
God's only begotten Son
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Friday, August 4, 2017
Thursday, August 3, 2017
A Random Thought
What I know is small compared to what I don't know
But how do I know that?
What is known by me must be held in a container of finite capacity
What is unknown by me is infinite
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
But how do I know that?
What is known by me must be held in a container of finite capacity
What is unknown by me is infinite
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
Threads Unravel in a Sundry Pace
Threads unravel in a sundry pace
Not unlike a sinusoidal race
To board a train that will crash
And fray many a life's fragile lace
All the gifts in the treasure stash
With rust and moths, gone in a flash
Leaving not a hint of dust to attain
Any part of any heavenly cash
Yet within the chaotic refrain
Against the gale stands the main
The crux of peace, a joyous place
Baptized in blood and washed in rain
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Not unlike a sinusoidal race
To board a train that will crash
And fray many a life's fragile lace
All the gifts in the treasure stash
With rust and moths, gone in a flash
Leaving not a hint of dust to attain
Any part of any heavenly cash
Yet within the chaotic refrain
Against the gale stands the main
The crux of peace, a joyous place
Baptized in blood and washed in rain
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
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