Fallow 343
Just after midnight So in the midnight hour Rest begins early What would "day" look like Without single word to write For all penned at night? Words, if read at all Are done so at my leisure Who could be my judge? Whispers have not earned (Though they often claim to be) Voice of God in halls "Voice of God" on Earth Tested by message and tone Not channel alone Was this some secret? I just sensed disappointment But not from Jesus For even at rest Fist clenched, I carry banner Starry eyes spark (bright/hot) Even with brothers A willful conflagration When debate heats up