The Atlantic To The Empyrean

Storm sheets darken horizon’s edge,
smudging charcoal on graphite clouds.
Scattered rain pokes poxes on low-tide sand.

Winds whip white caps as sand
blasts gutters and balcony railings.
A gull rows headwind several yards
from my condo porch.

I see colossal wall clouds flashing,
smothering a few blue dabs.
I ponder my damp prayer list:

Joe—addiction hooking his brain . . .
Jan—cancer migrating from a lymph node . . .
twelve souls at work shot dead and
their beloveds with them . . . the plague . . .

faster than thought
through wind, surf roar,
pummeling rain, I see
each prayer winging

through raven clouds

toward the Father’s


The writer has written sacred and secular verse for decades. He has been published in Prairie Messenger, Windhover, The Anglican Theological Review, Ancient Paths, The Christian Communicator, Time of Singing, The Christian Century, and others. He is a member of the Winston Salem Writers. He serves a life sentence, condemned to write verse. His Jesus Through A Poet’s Lens is now available via Kindle.