The Dance

Do you dare to stare too much
At the path printed in palms?
Do you cry in karma’s clutch
Your wrongs outweighing your alms?


Prophet's Home

The whole town was gathered, as was the Sabbath custom, but on this occasion the house seemed more packed than usual. The air crackled with electric current. Hundreds of conversations carried out in hushed tones created a cacophonous murmur that blanketed the meeting place. All the nervous energy, all the jittery anticipation was focused on a single individual. He was there.



It’s been coming on for a while now. A whisper here, a subtle hint there. But today it arrived.


Welcome to the End

"For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions, and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander off into myths."  - 2 Timothy 4:3-4 (ESV)