Highway to the End of Times

Fabrice Poussin

A thin streak flashed in a bright light

fire born in times immemorial

built a road to a furthest horizon.  

Deserted as if created for a single traveler

narrow to give vertigo to a veteran rope walker

it called for him to take that leap of faith.  

Many journeys then recalled to his soul

was this to be his final adventure

battered by decades of raging hours he was ready?  

Taking another fleeting glance backward

would he regret the days of slumber

the dreams missed in sacrifice to a routine?  

He may have heard a distant melody

calling a name so long forgotten

to be the child who first stumbled into this world again.  

Touching a wrinkle upon his brow he pondered

laughing at his own doubts what was there to be feared ahead?  

Below he suspected the streets of the old capital

dark asphalt shining with gaslights

he would never walk again.  

No one could keep him company on this voyage

but soon he would find himself among those

he had once admired yet in another era.  

Still perhaps in the shell once his home

he was granted a pass for roads to infinity

perhaps soon he would share the divine discoveries.

Lost in a Book

Isabel Borgers

I emerge

from the world

I had been, nearly,

part of all morning  

my own world

seems foreign

as if I left

half of me

back there  

I go about the

next hour

like someone who

does not belong,

separated by a wall of words  

the real world (if you can call it that)

feels hazy—but only at first

then, after a while,

I feel as if I have fully returned

after a long journey  

Yet

Something has changed

I almost forget

that I only truly visited in my mind  

By losing myself inside that book

I discovered myself

and gained much

by getting lost

Pure Communion

Ashley Lasseter

I met You and life blossomed

We danced and talked in communion together

But there was an Enemy who saw the dance we had started to learn

The crash shut the lights off in an instant and jammed the light switch stuck

Eleven years in the dark, dissociated from the world around me

No senses present, numb to everything, left with speculating why it happened

So much rage and sorrow, but You were still there

I didn’t perceive the Light had been holding my hand the entire time

You lit up the dark, and eleven years later the light was turned back on

We danced and we sobbed together, anguish and deep loss ensued

But You grieve with me, and how much more beautiful things are!

You walked me through that Valley, held my hand, and led me into renewed Life

You taught me how to tango in the dark and how to square my shoulders like a warrior

You shouted and roared a Life into even the darkest night

You flipped that switch on with a Song, a Calling to come out of the Anxiety I had known  



You and I dance together in communion and worship again

Things are still hard and uncertain, but how much more beauty there is now!

Where I was buried alive in a spiritual grave, no oxygen or light

Yet even there, Life existed. You were my Oxygen, Hope, and Light

You shook that anxious grave I had accepted and laid in, and it trembled so that the ground couldn’t clutch it any longer

Life burst forth out of that grave, and You called me forth to live again

There was Beauty for my Ashes and a garden blooming where there had once lay my grave

I now stand in the Garden You made for me and we tend it together

Those grapes that got pressed and crushed now make the wine for us to drink

There are rainbows of color where there was once pitch black

There are fruits in the Orchard that had once been scorched

Together we harvest those fruits that are bursting with juice, through the very rind!

And we dance together in the Life You have created

Out of the darkest time has sprung forth my deepest utmost praise

What the Enemy declared lifeless is now Alive in You

Out of the barren locust swarm has come a Calling

A ministry fashioned out of the bleak brokenness

Where there was desert is now a well filled with You

And people drink out of the well, parched no more

From this well they come and drink, learning that You are good

Our dark frames are filled with the Light and every need is satisfied in You

We all dance together in this pure communion with You  

Yellow

Leighann Summers

Bright lines overtake my eyes as I look up to the ever-shining sky.

How does it look so different yet always look the same?

Light shines through the windowpane while I watch the shadows wane.

Something about the colors makes my sorrows drain.

Sight blinds those who admire the oranges and yellows too long.

Fight longer to see past the length of a lover’s song.

Color is beautiful, just try not to admire it forever.

Sunsets are ugly – said no one.

Ever.    

Lock Bridge

Tayla Vannelli

Rain doesn’t discriminate

Between rivers and bridges

Drops trickle down the fences

Slipping between iron chains

Shaped like diamonds  

Metal bonds symbolizing forever

Begin to rust and decay  

Names and dates shrouded

Their infinite love

Now illegible to the world  

Years later, their forever is found

A passerby stops to gaze  

At the brown rotting lock

Held strong to a “dry” bridge

Dripping with rainwater  

The lock shoved between

Countless memorials to loves long lost

World Traveler

Anna Lundy

she has traveled

the world many times. 

tasted the finest cuisine from

france, then closed her eyes

she awoke in morocco.

the waves play with her feet.

she takes a dive,

and resurfaces in

egypt, where she visits

the pyramids and fishes in

the nile. she casts her line,

and it lands in

bali. her skin feels the heat

of the volcano,

and she smiles

as she

turns her pillow to the

cold side. she pulls

her blanket up a little

further. her dog lays

beside her. she

dreams vividly,

traversing the world

from the safety of her bed.