Ishaisms, Poetry

Imitations

He plays the Lyre of all our lives - Artists, a mere string or two do strum. Mocking another's creation by duplicating and tampering with the notes, O Child, is the mocking, the thwarting, of God's own divine hum; and though mere mortals may falter, He always does recognise - the true, from the false… Continue reading Imitations

Ishaisms, Poetry

Sweet, seductive Sorrow

Sweet, seductive Sorrow, your ivy leaves climb slowly upon me... Intoxicated and charmed I float higher, teasing you to catch up... and you always do. A world of dark mesh, withering red petals, and bold, unrelenting thorns; I wither too, then, fain, into your arms; that my teardrops may touch you in the dewy, dark… Continue reading Sweet, seductive Sorrow

Ishaisms, Poetry

A Happy Heart

Look beyond the thorns to the red rose bushes for beautiful leaves on twisted branches azure streams amid treacherous forests dark clouds that the sustainer of life houses... Prickly pines with their pristine reaches diamond dews on the morning grasses the gleaming orange tree when the sun rises the God painted hues of varied sunsets...… Continue reading A Happy Heart