Wings of black smoke
She comes for me
With outstretched talons
Wanting to grip my face
Staring through me
With her flame-filled eyes
She searches my soul
For a hint of weakness
Her hair was wild
As her spirit was
Her main resolve
To drag me to hell
To serve as her slave
Forever and a day
About the Creator
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Regarding the Image of God
This post will be a bit of a strange one. I wrote most of the following piece about six months ago, as certain governmental policies and actions were starting to roll out - and while reflecting upon certain ongoing atrocities. While these reflections revolve mostly around those claiming and practicing the Christian faith (and our failures to do so rightly) I do believe that they might be provide valuable insight - or at least something to think about - for folks of all perspectives who are willing to read them. So without further ado, here are a few of my recent reflections regarding the biblical concept of the 'image of God.'
By Gabriel Huizenga7 days ago in The Swamp
Comments (5)
Woohoo! Creepy poetry, loved it!
Yoikes! A face gripper! 😄 Good one Mother Combs.
I'd ever so happily go with her hehehehehe. Loved your poemA
Anyone relying upon their own strength to escape Hell rather than grace..., it shouldn't be too hard to find a whole host of weaknesses. (Sorry, just a bit of the pastor escaping me.)
Very nicely done!