When the storm has swept by, the wicked are gone, but the righteous stand firm forever. ~Proverbs 10:25
ð‘¨ð’ð’… ð’•ð’‰ð’† ð‘©ð’†ð’”ð’• ð‘»ð’‰ð’Šð’ð’ˆ ð’€ð’ð’– ð‘ªð’‚ð’ ð‘«ð’ ð’˜ð’Šð’•ð’‰ ð‘«ð’†ð’‚ð’•ð’‰ ð‘°ð’” ð’•ð’ ð‘¹ð’Šð’…ð’† ð’ð’‡ð’‡ ð’‡ð’“ð’ð’Ž ð’Šð’•? So excited, I…
Photograph of the early morning sunrise in Southwest Washington     ©Maleko 2012
Another poem in response to Shawn L. Bird’s Poetic Diversity Project prompt for her Masters class. For March…
Under a starlit sky, land of a forgotten day now lays Full moon illumination, shows a rocky path…
As they were leaving Jericho, a large crowd followed Him. And two blind men sitting by the road,…
