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This is a Decuain that started out rather grim, as it was inspired by a couple of rather dark images. But then it it just called up images of . . . well, block parties. Dumb little thing. Title: Block PartyWC: 63 A fallen fence and one abandoned flagA curl of ribbon wilting in the heatThe sing-song taunts of cousins playing tagThe hydrant roars, a river in the streetAsphalt steaming, ceaseless…

I walk to the station and board the train quietly taking my favorite place my day is plagued with endless pouring rain and often you may see a simple trace of some emotion spread upon my face each tunnel brings its death like darkest night as nature slowly intersects with grace as black politely dissolves into white with each new station comes fresh local pain and this is where for now I…

Spread within the cosmic pond, countless pharos cast their light, guiding home the souls beyond. Eternal flames within our sight; planted firm in boundless might, their flicker shines through dust of yore. Through ageless, timeless voids of night, to lonely, distant, sandy shores; Where centuries of men have fawned the source of where those lights had spawned.

My mother loved Jesus with all her heart; She taught me how to love by loving me And, though I wish we never had to part, I know someday I once again will see Her in that land where she is fully free. We’ll dance together on the golden streets, Singing praise for all eternity. Although it seemed cancer was a defeat, To open Heaven’s door she had the key And now, forever joy and jubilee.

©2016 Esther Spurrill Jones

He took a step into the raging sea Where wind and waves were crashing all around. His best Friend had said, “Come and follow Me.” He didn’t think ‘fore he was climbing down. Then fear appeared and told him he would drown, And Jesus caught him up and said, “Why doubt?” They walked upon the sea as on dry ground. Fear will always say, “Do not come out,” But He will hold your hand and help you see That if you follow Him, you will be free.