Wrote up a quick poem for a bumper video. This was for College Heights’ videographer, Joseph Lang.
Poem below.
“Meeting The Fear of Isaac”
Ten Thousand fears assaulted me
inside my broken house:
What shall I do? Whom shall I wed?
What lies behind her blouse?
How much I made and where my children
ended when they, old,
had chosen every path before them,
summertime and cold.
And then I saw another fear,
an aweful terror came
whose name is Fear of Isaac’s Tribe
whose power is whose fame.
His breath, it froze the cellar floor.
His shadow snapped the studs.
His robe’s own train trailed fire and hail.
His eyes, they boiled the mud.
I feared him, Fear of Isaac’s Tribe,
I trembled as he neared.
And then, as windstorms pierce through dust,
I felt no other fears.
He handed me a blueprint then
to build another home
upon a rock he gave to me
right under his heaven’s dome.
We hammered both till break of day,
I followed Wisdom’s plans.
Then all at once a homestead stood,
he’d formed it with his hands.
Inside, the fixtures never fell.
Inside, the carpet clean.
The cellar door stilled cries below,
The roof revealed his scene:
stormclouds, fire, tempest, lightning,
angels shouting “Hail”
when peace cut through the noise in whispers:
“Wisdom will prevail.”
“Wisdom will prevail.”
as always, more to come…



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