Writings of a Sinner

For all sin and fall short of the glory of God

Month: July, 2016


Sticks and stones break bones and find homes in your brambles. 

You flash a wink and throw a smile to crush a man into hopeless shambles. 

Heavy air surrounds your name to leave me shamed and so unclean. 

You whisper softly in my ear and tempt me with your evil scene. 



My eyes tire from seeing the stars glisten in peace so far away. 

I don’t know who is lonelier. Them or I?

What do they see when they look in the mirror? 

Do they see the fresh smiling face of content beaming back at them?

Are they warmed by their own heat? 

Or are they worn by the effort to share their light?