At the hands of the law

Men choose to crawl,

To live work and play.

As night follows day,

As saints kneel to pray,

The mighty will tumble.

By Grace they fly free,

See from the trees,

Live His bidding to do.

Their shadows will fall

Ore the rotting cabal’s

Strange odorous flesh,

Adorned by Glory

To fulfill the story,

On His signal alight.

Tongues are not pleading;

Chords do the screaming.

Fierce claws rip the eyes out.

For evil so flagrant,

Justice is fragrant.

The unrighteous must pay.

Copyright 2023.    L.L. Shelton.

We all bleed,

Return to dust,

But not all

In God will trust.

Hand to heart,

With lowered head,

I lift your Word

As You have said,

As beggar plead;

Now leave your bed,

Comfort me and

Still my dread.

Copyright 2022.    L.L. Shelton.

Do you keep it in the bank?

Do you store it in a tank?

Do you keep it in a barn?

Does it keep you safe and warm?

Do you stuff it in your drawers?

In the boxes piled on floors?

Placed in cartons in a room?

In an attic dark with gloom?

In the totes stacked nice and neat?

In the corners, ‘round your feet?

Climbing walls in extra buildings?

Boxes, baskets by the billions!

Do you need it?

Never mind it.

You’ll be dead

Before we find it.

Copyright 2022.    L.L. Shelton.

Oh no,
Are you no different?
Help me
While my head is reeling!
I think I see my life
Blurring by in front of me.
Bless me,
I know I’ll not recover!
I’ll need to leave
This time.
I cant stick around
To see another generation flounder,
On these stones
And not recuperate.
Please let me go!
Let me pass!
I’ll need to leave it now at last.
Nothing left for me to do,
But wander in the blue
Of our sin…
Of our sin.

Copyright 2017.    L.L. Shelton.

Long ago sunny day,

Little blond boy

With blue eyes wide,

Fair left town,

We’re mesmerized.

Around his finger ribbon twined,

Faint memories of worldly glitter,

Promises of something better,

Fair left town,

But we remember.

Inflated friend with painted smile,

Drew lines of imagery

Between us,

Fair left town,

Along with trust.

He let it go,

Had second thoughts,

Catch the string, I could not.

Fair left town,

Our hope was lost.

Copyright 2021.    L.L. Shelton.

For Clara, Luca, and Zeek

I want to be in paradise,

Where men may well converse with mice,

Where cows join in at sing-alongs,

And never does one not belong.

I know that it must be a place,

Where all hatred is erased.

Cats will walk and talk with pheasants,

Discussing things so very pleasant.

When mushrooms speak I’ll understand,

Offering to lend a hand,

Knowing how they do conspire,

To share a stage with the oyster choir.

I’ll notice dragons playing chess,

With ostriches their honored guests.

Bunnies gladly do the farming,

And every simple meal is charming.

All pigs love to entertain.

Ducks ride the alligator train.

Beavers keep the swamp pristine,

Where a butterfly is always queen.

Flower jewelers do her hair,

While bees dress her beyond compare.

Turtles carry her to tea,

Beside the not-so-salty sea.

Dogs do dance with kangaroos,

Boogie-woogie instead of blues.

Birds are best in charge of fashion,

And good will always come of passion.

Copyright 2022.    L.L.  Shelton

Yes, indeed,

Pay attention to the noble steed.

The one who comes prepared to do us harm,

Will ride into eternal fire unarmed.

He is nothing and his strength will fade,

As Our God in Christ his future’s made.

An utter end to him is sure to come,

His will now is finished and undone.

Copyright 2022.    L.L. Shelton.