Author: Faith Unlocked

In November 2013 I felt God inspired me to start writing poetry, and I never want to stop. In January 2014 I felt called to share, so created this blog. If the blog glorifies God, it was worth writing; if the content means something to anyone else, it was worth sharing.

Life is…

Life’s looping script begun to dull –
time to read what may follow next;
moving on, mortally perplexed –
self-loathing’s self-directed cull.

Chapters never lived to the full,
Stifled text, no pace to the plot
prompting the page-turn, phrasing not
teasing with syntax nor sentence;
no Third Act testing my patience.
Last page: The End. (life is the dot…)

Written following Ronovan’s Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – “Next”/a>

Cast the Lies to the Fire

Cast the fool’s lies into the fire –
Burn, O pyre of public disdain!
May truth’s bright light never once wane,
Untruth-fuell’d flames lick ever high’r,
Fed by each word spoke by the Liar.
Each falsehood stoked, tinder’d and torch’d,
His vile fork’d tongue seared and scorch’d;
As each foul breath uttered ignites,
Deception melts, judgement alights –
Truth triumphant; the Liar scourged!

Written following Ronovan’s Weekly Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – #08 “Fire”

I Have a Dream

I have a deeply rooted dream:
Of freedom and justice as food
at the table of brotherhood,
closer, closer than it may seem
to be today; I have a dream.
In the fiery streets of those states
where oppressive injustice weights
despair’s yoke upon all others,
lifted by my faithful brothers,
we grasp the dream our hope creates

Written following Ronovan’s Weekly Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – #07 “Dream”RonovanWrites – #07 “Dream”RonovanWrites – #07 “Dream”

inspired by Dr Martin Luther King’s public speech delivered during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom on August 28, 1963, in which he called for civil and economic rights and an end to racism in the United States.

Maelstrom of Fire

Is this desperation’s last breath
Or surrender’s first fatal sigh,
Looking the firestorm in the eye?
Seeing its heart, its depth and breadth,
Its maelstrom flames embracing death;
Pain remains the last sensation,
Smoke-seared final desolation;
Leaving no charring dream unscorched –
Embers turned to cinders, a torched
Future… lost in immolation

Written following Ronovan’s Weekly Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – #05 “Eye”