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Laodicea
The High King has come and he knows your deeds; he knows that you are neither hot nor cold. All this he knows, and still he intercedes as priest before the throne of grace. Behold the man upon the cross. Both God and Lamb. He binds all peoples in one heart and mind;...
Philadelphia
Those blood-bought names he never will blot out. Long have been the years of our pilgrimage and the herds have withered in the drought. Still the shepherd leads and calls for courage. He leads them to an uncrossable sea and standing upon that desolate shore he...
Thyatira
A secret white stone bearing a new name for those who keep no secrets with Jezebel. Wise as serpents they do not try to tame the Great Dragon with tongues nor ancient spells. Of such "knowledge," be innocent as doves and mind what you allow into your bed. The...
Sardis
Hold fast to what you have until I come. You have the look of one who is alive but the tips of your fingers have grown numb and leprous white; you are dead. Now strive to wake from this unfeeling ruined dream. You slumber though a thief is at your door whose fiery...
Pergamum
Though the poor suffer, they receive a crown. But others wear their crowns today in Rome and sit upon the thrones of your grey town where Balaam and the idols make their home. My children, build no temples here of stone but live instead as lightly as a bird who...
Smyrna
Those who have ears to hear, let them hear. A boy saw his young neighbor steal his bike so he followed him home to put the fear of God in him. But the house was much like his own, only it seemed colder, no coal for winter, and the man who opened the door made his son...
Come Thou Dayspring
Where is warmth and where can the light be found? These days, the workers put in longer hours than the sun who goes too soon to sleep. All the leaves, once bright, now have dulled and browned with the sunken gourds and withered flowers to feed the molds and mushrooms...
I Love it When you Call me Khaleesi: A Tribute to Daenerys Stormborn inspired by The Notorious B.I.G.
**Play this Audio while reading** Also don't read if you care about SPOILERS. The rebel lords of this place must call me "your grace" And let me replace a dragon to the throne, see how they've grown. You hear the hooves, I make the moves with all the armies. The back...
August’s End
The thorn branches are a knot of tangled capillaries. They quarter armies of spiders standing silent and sentinel over the blackest of the blackberries-- the last and heaviest summer sweet before the coming rot. These are the scouts and outriders of the advancing...
Observing an Amish Family at the Gorilla Enclosure
"During this time, the mother and the child are removed from the enclosure for their safety." We read the sign and then filed underground to the male Gorilla's lair where he lived for the present time alone; they'd been known, even to kill their own heirs. Hulk of...
The Cherry Trees by Edward Thomas
The cherry trees bend over and are shedding On the old road where all that passed are dead, Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding This early May morn when there is none to wed. Other poems on Moss Kingdom about Spring: Spring by Edna St. Vincent...
Broken: a poem for Elijah in his grief
When he broke, the yoke of him spilled out and there was an anger in his sadness. Horror at the young boy's laughing shout, the sickening mirth and ringing gladness over the destruction his hands had wrought. The boys had found the nest beneath the leaves on a branch...
For the Sake of the Few
In the court of God, Abram asked for sinful men if he'd spare the many for the sake of the few. But fifty could not be found, nor forty, nor ten; he dared not ask for one because he knew. He knew that even righteous Lot shared in their shame; he knew the Law Keeper...
After great pain, a formal feeling comes – by Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’ And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’? The Feet, mechanical, go round – A Wooden way Of Ground, or Air, or Ought – Regardless grown, A...
ACROSTICS ‘R’ LAZY
A crostics, the poems assigned to school C hildren because they don't yet know how to R hyme or count syllables—the teachers tool O nce they've learned their letters and the first few S ounds that blend together to make up words. T imothy begins with the letter 'T'...