These two poems were submitted by Rev. David Bradley from the Cleveland Baptist Church. You can read more of his work, learn more about his church, or contact David by visiting his website:
Night Cast
The night retains the mysterys,
of erryness and doom.
The mist creeps upon the earth,
And evil seems to loom.
The shadows seem quite darker,
Than the sun does seem to cast.
And as you step inside them,
They whisper secrets of the past.
The Day Spring is approaching,
It chases night from the dawn.
And shows us all our fears,
Were but shadows afterall.
© Rev David Bradley
A Feast in the Tempest
I walked along the ocean,
The sea it tossed and turned.
A storm had come upon its shore,
The waves they raised and churned.
Along the coast there seemed to me,
A crowd of gulls did sit.
Against the storm they did not want,
To rise, to fly, too wet.
And yet there were a few,
Against the storm they strove.
For they knew it yielded up a feast,
As if, to stir the stew.
They rose and dipped, beneath the waves,
And were fed their meat in due.
And satisfied, you heard their cry,
Calling others to the quest.
Still many on the coast line sat,
Afraid to lift their wings.
It reminded me of some Christians,
Who, within, the tempest, fall.
For them the storms that rise do last,
To sing, too fly, to long.
© Rev. David Bradley
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