Writing

Since I'm teaching a three-week creative writing class, I'm getting a chance to use my right brain. Lovin' it.

Fifth-Day Creation

Weak demands rise from lint-and-straw homes.
"Give us this day..." the offspring insist.
They live on bread alone.
Yet when they fall, He knows.
Microglory.

Pinacle

Driven by stuff of earth.
Yet made for so much more.
"He will not suffer your foot..."
Macroglory.