Love Is What Tips The Balance

Smoke clouds billow, choke, and roll;
Bleak is the day and
Dark is the night,
And yet we stand in fight, flight, fright or freeze,
Instead of voicing truth and hope—
We speak aloud discordant tones
Of beliefs and choices,
Emotions and retaliations,
And of theologies and doctrines
Personalised through carefully crafted filters of ‘good versus evil’ and ‘evil versus good.’

Between the Second and Third Heavens

I suppose it would be easy
For this universe and the next
To collapse in on themselves—
Whether through fatigue or choice—
In response to the chaotic airwaves currently
Having their say,
Their way,
Their complete disregard for Who Jesus is,
Where He stands,
And what He wants...