Author Archives: jackpelham

She Pours Herself Out

She pours herself out into the abyss, Having long since realized That its bottom is missing, And that her pouring Can never fill it. She knows.

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Vengeance is Whose?

Isn’t it interesting that even though God says, “Vengeance is mine; I will repay”,We humans do have the meansTo cross that line ourselvesDoing what is only God’s to do?

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It’s Amazing How Fruitful

It’s amazing how fruitful One person’s influenceCan be in the hearts of thoseWho are willing to be influenced—And how it can fall utterly flatIn the hearts of those who aren’t.

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Not Everything That Happens To You Is God’s Will

Not everything that happens to you is God’s will. Don’t forget the obvious: There is still sin and error in this world—Things that he himself warns against—Things that even common experience in this worldWarns against—Things that those who harm us … Continue reading

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When Under Constant Attack

When under constant attackBy enemies of truth,How could any human soul Thrive and flourishAnd be happy—Unless, possibly,Under the profound influenceOf an unusually clear and palpable hopeThat better and eternal things Do surely await thoseWho endure and overcome?

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True Colors

It’s pretty simple, really.Here’s how it works. If a guy truly loves Truth, justice, righteousness, goodness,Honor, wisdom, and love—And if you should show him his faultIn any of these things,Or the like—Then he will correct himself.Period.

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A Piano Deal Gone Bad

An unscrupluous seller exhibits narcissist-like behavior on a free piano deal. So, a dear friend sends me a link to a pretty good piano being given away for free on Facebook Marketplace. So I decided to get involved for her … Continue reading

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Still Thinking

I’m still thinking. It’s what I do—Except when I don’t—And believe me,I’m still stinging From those indiscretions!

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The Winter Fog

The winter fog has laidIts carpet of diamondsOn the old snow,In time for the sun’s inspection.

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He Wears Them Out

Not altogether unappreciated, mind you, But different,He wears them out with this thinking,Having come from the factory, it seems,With it turned up to eleven,And having since figured out on his ownHow to turn it up to twelve or thirteen, maybe—In … Continue reading

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