a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

The Man of Valor

He leaves arrayed in armor
The implements of war
He tends his fields, a farmer
Traces rough fingers through God's floor
His days are long
Starting with the sun
His heart belongs
To one
On the ground he goes
To grapple with his son
On his knees, he knows
He is not what he will become

Exit Ahead

The Assembly Line