The braying bullies of the House of No Now chastened just a little toward the last Though blind as ever sense they soon must go Back beneath bleak rocks and into the past Yet followed by their failures even there
Too blind to repent still they must relent With cries for jail and justice in the air Resentment like a lightning bolt strikes home Mutinous murderous mad from the wars A republic turned imperial Rome
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Chrissy
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.
We need to guard ourselves that we don't go the same way.
God Bless,
Lew