Poem: A Piece of Imaginative Writing in Verse

  When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse everything I know of you,From Jordan depths to Hermon heights, including Mount Mizar.Chaos calls to chaos, to the tune of whitewater rapids.Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers crash and crush me. Then God promises to love me all day, sing songs all through the night!Continue reading “Poem: A Piece of Imaginative Writing in Verse”