He swears an oath,
he makes a promise,
an oath, a promise
given in his name,
because no one is
greater. The man
receives the oath,
the promise, and he
waits, patiently,
because he knows
they are good,
they will be made
good. The promise
would be realized;
the promise would be
obtained.
Photograph by Marcus Spiske via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
Anne Askew – featured poet at Kingdom Poets (D.S. Martin).
You Know the Way – Cody Ilardo at Power & Glory.
To Welcome a Stain – Seth Lewis.
Vespers – Anna Friedrich at Rabbit Room Poetry.
“Fides, Spes,” poem by Willa Cather – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient and Modern.
1 comment:
God never breaks His promises. Blessings, Glynn!
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