Between the Winds
Through the nights and days Wandering between the winds In His grace I stay ~Mark Schutter ©2015
Through the nights and days Wandering between the winds In His grace I stay ~Mark Schutter ©2015
There are demons inside who seek our demise.   Our thoughts… Our fears… Our doubts…   While the evil lurks…
He stumbled forward into the cold night. Overcast and dreary, the sleet pounded down relentlessly. Oh how long…
Looking up and looking out. Your light, blinds me in brilliance shining ever so bright. I recoil in…
So death where is your supposed sting? Don’t you see, you ain’t no big thing. You were defeated…
Memories, like ashes scattered in the wind. Secrets, some are never meant to be kept. The clocks hands…
How do I make sense of this? It leaves me breathless. As I stare into the dark abyss….
Days drift on, rhythms of a soft breeze. Oh, my God, won’t you catch me, please. I’m free-falling……
In your final breath I hear the words, “I love you” Pass over your blue lips Alone into…