HEBRON’S HARBA


Stronghold

Overwhelming

Five senses with finality astounding

Grasshoppers troupe in signature helter skelter dance pattern

Reeling with effect from arba’s nerve center

Strumming sixth sense with rare gusto against the grain

Duet’s offensive glow routes fort’s core in spectacular fashion

Tumbling definitively in face of His glorious majesty

He is before all things

In him

All things hold together

© The Blazing Trail 2019

DRENCH OF THE UPPER ROOM


Heralded

Peculiar outpour

Rising up and overtaking

Rapid flow aflame with purpose and mission

Strength propelling forward in full throttle mystifying

Destiny joyously resonates in universal glorious pulse sustained

Mortal frame  inspired in a gush of hope filled power welling up to eternity

©2018 The Blazing Trail

GIANTS OF THE LAND


When hope is the engine that roars the course toward glorious promise beckoning

Where opportunity transcends prevailing reality if faith filled gusto heartily driving

Vice effectively crumbles under virtue’s decisive spark ever beaming

Human soul basks in magnificent glow solidly anchored upon what could be

Resolute ray enlightening with buoyant gush overflowing

Dreams come true in exhilarating joy ever after

Beyond giants of the land

©The Blazing Trail 2018

 

LIKE THE PROMISE OF A RADIANT GRAND SUN RISE


How can it be the same again

For one and all

And business as usual prevail

As slogan for the day

In face of the clean slate

Beheld

With radiance of a grand sun rise he sparkles

Good tidings in seal

Dawn that changed it all

Infinitely

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Continue reading “LIKE THE PROMISE OF A RADIANT GRAND SUN RISE”

MONSTROUS


Inviting, irresistible, drawing in tantalizing fashion to the Promised Land

A terminally elusive destination dotted with infinite mirages

Heartbeat of false promise

Passion along course of wrong turn

Full flight down the bottomless pit

Pull of the crater mouth in full zest

The mystery of self Continue reading “MONSTROUS”

CRY OF THE HUNTED


Some things just never change! It’s probably a proverb worthy of reflection that old habits die hard. From a layman’s point of view to the rocket scientist’s interpretation, some element of undisputed truth dwells in there. There exists a silent line in the broad scheme of things. A defining boundary beyond which self subtly and definitively translates to divine, almost with a tone of finality…fatally so. In tension filled successive sweeping waves characteristic of the self destruct, moments tick by. As sure as the sunset, it is only a matter of time! Always. Continue reading “CRY OF THE HUNTED”

SOMEWHERE OUT THERE!


I know he is before all things and in him all things hold together. When all is said and done, there is such a place as prominence in lowliness. Better still, dawn after absolute dusk. There are times you know it best when you’ve lived it. This was one of those. Let’s just say I was a slave…with a touch of greatness I guess! Continue reading “SOMEWHERE OUT THERE!”

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