Averse my use averse,
“You’re wordy!” she exclaimed.
Terse as well inverse,
My diction she defamed.

Mislabeled my abuse,
Conciseness was to blame.
Accepting my correction,
My problem she renamed.


Bottle go and smoke it.

Stab at it and poke it.

Empty it and choke it.

Steadily provoke it.

Statutes holding on.

Weaker making strong.

Joining in His throng,

Right against the wrong.

(This poem inspired by Psalm 119:83 – “ For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes.”)

Out of

Out of thick darkness

Out of the cloud

Out of the fire

Spoken aloud

Written on tablets

Adding no more

His Ten commandments

For evermore

(The poem above inspired by Deuteronomy 5:22 – “These words the LORD spake unto all your assembly in the mount out of the midst of the fire, of the cloud, and of the thick darkness, with a great voice: and he added no more . And he wrote them in two tables of stone, and delivered them unto me.”)