Ecclesiastes

Ecclesiastes

By Christianna Hellwig Upon a windy slope of sand I saw a wizened preacher stand, And all his parched, cracked lips could form, Amidst that gust from taunting storm, Three words were those he said to me, “All is vanity.” His words like sighs were borne away With rays...
Finished

Finished

By  Ingrid Dornbirer The dagger of lies has pierced again, Nothing will console me. Unworthy, shameful, filthy, weak, I let their words control me. My eyes, they spill the tears of pain, As angry thoughts surround me. Will the eyes of love and truth Never search and...
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