Patience #NoahArk

Do the oceans now divide like post-storm clouds
Up above, and sip back behind the rocks
That held them locked?

Weak Men

He feared losing his position in the hierarchy.
He feared being labelled a tyrant.
He feared being labelled too clement.
Truth knocked at his door, offering ….

My son is 10

nly yesterday you put your fingers in my eyes
As if to dot them, to make them more perfect for you.
Today, you cross my Ts and with ink, dot my i’s