At the crossroads we stand.
My bags I’ve packed.
I have my map, my ticket, my cash.
I leave tonight,
Unless you call me back.
~Esther Davis
Category: Poetry
For A Friend
The worst pain is
the invisible kind
the kind that doesn’t leave scars
the bruises that don’t blacken
the wounds that don’t bleed
the heart left in ashes and char
.
Don’t suffer in silence
Don’t hide in the crowd
Don’t dam up the tears which would be
.
Please, speak.
I’ll listen.
.
And together we’ll wait as your
unseen brokenness heals
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~Esther Davis, 2018
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Nearer, My God, to Thee—Japanese-English arrangement
Japanese & English arrangement of the hymn “Nearer, My God, to Thee”
arranged by Esther Davis
(translation at bottom)
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee!
E’en though it be a cross
That raiseth me.
Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee! Continue reading “Nearer, My God, to Thee—Japanese-English arrangement”
Preservation and Choice
The world was dying
and they must flee
Or they should’ve died with it too.
The cock crowed
on the final morn
And all gathered in to hear
The words of the One
The Magician Mighty
Who had created their escape
to a foreign land.
A Small and Simple Seed
I hold the seed,
Warm and burning with life.
Small? Yes.
Insignificant? No.
For though now small and simple
It can grow into a great thing.
If planted.
If watered.
If nourished.