The Relentless State of Our Souls by John G. Evans 4/28/2020 5:24:06 AM Through an uneasy task in seeking Christ we lie in wait ~ as the state of our souls, in which we truly cannot hide, we witness: One’s fiery response that surely counter-reflects, and ascertains, behold one views the demons of oneself, holds true ~ embraced within the ambiguous eye. Continue reading The Relentless State of Our Souls
Trepidation: Woman By John G. Evans © 2020 In as much the way she makes me feel, By power mystique that seems unreal. Truth-bearing as really in my thoughts surreal, My fate bears witness, my soul she kills. De Sales has written, a spiritual death, To me bears truth with a wanting caress. As Darwish takes note an unwanted siege, Take note my friends, her … Continue reading Trepidation: Woman
Auditory Visions as a youth, early morning dawn where sun greets this fiery lake, a day (or was it, days), of skipping school leading to a barren wilderness of pre-mature philosophical truths, while the angry earth growls beneath my feet, I walk on in later years upon the “black ice” of the day and rising where there remained water none and only a stifling vapor … Continue reading While the Angry Earth Growls Beneath my Feet
My Life Turned Around: Words and Steely Knives Have you heard: “And they will defile My secret place; For robbers shall enter it and defile it.” Ezekiel 7: 22 These steely knives meant to slice through the anger of the spoken word, vehement by nature as on a cutting board of hardened bamboo and the severity of salt inflicted upon these fleshly wounds? I … Continue reading Words & Steely Knives
John Gregory Evans © 2019 It remains not mine to say whether I would pity a colorful word of verb and noun, or, from where it may come, or the color of its skin, for I have seen the Lord, and, know him to be of spirit not acquainted with such superficialities. I believe in you O soul of the deepest of transparent hearts, only … Continue reading A Black Man Once Told Me
John Gregory Evans © 2019 Arriving home late one night, appeared a gentleman from out of the darkness, from out of night, His skin was dark, his face was bright, for he carried a smile of intended delight, A thing was noticed within the course of this night, was that the gentleman was – politely polite. I feared this man, in a sense or two … Continue reading Oh, Dear Angel – Come Back to Me!