Hallow’s Eve
The stairs they creaked and the curtains they flew.
The door now stands opened but not by you.
Do you run to the mystery or under the bed?
It depends perhaps if you think with your heart or your head.
The cool breeze quickens the shadows draw near.
Your heart beat rises as you encounter the fear.
Your mind shouts, “Turn on the lights! . . But wait that might give you away?”
“Just jump round the corner . . and face what who can say?”
The night grows no younger your choice must be soon.
Made under the guidance or malice of a Hallow’s Eve full moon.
Paths and Ways
"Mountains again Gandalf. Mountains!" Do you ever feel that rising up in you? The yet known, the mystery, the majesty. Oh what might I find? Who might I become in the mountains?
Share my thoughts. See if they resonate, stir, encourage.
How known, loved, adored, enjoyed can Jesus be in our day? Can I create content to help in this pursuit?
Ultimately, put the prior two things together into action, sharing, sending.