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In Due Season:

Sample Poems and Stories

Mortal (page 25)

I sit/ waiting

For troubled waters to still itself

The ripples have fractured my face

And I cannot see myself

As one

It has been three years since

The stone shattered the calm

Waters of my life

Three years since

My mother died in my arms

And the ripples still fragment my face

Am I waiting in vain?

For a peace that will

Never come

Ever wandering without

A guide/without someone to walk with me

Or must I acknowledge/ there are no heroes

To rescue me

No amount of hope / to make an escape

To realize and accept

That this is my life

The life of a moral man

Quest for God,

A Religious Journey (page 55)

As years usually do, Tony and I eventually drifted apart. He settled down under the teachings of a former mental health patient, and self-proclaimed prophetess by the name of E. Pinnyston. For some reason, he began to feed off every word that came from her lips. True to the spirit of the 1980’s, Pinnyston always gave ambiguous end-time prophecies that could be applied to just about any disaster that commonly happens on the planet. On the rare occasion when she goes out on a limb and prophesied something specific, somehow this event never has a timetable and can happen any time between now or a thousand years from now. I told Tony my concerns about her prophetic powers but that only seemed to strengthen his faith in her the more. He soon became consumed with seeing the unseen. This search for seeing the spiritual realm filled his imagination and Prophetess Pinnyston only fueled this passion with her testimonials of doing battle with demons. Tony began 

talking about spirits coming to see him at night in his room, they took the form of children, and specters made of shadows or balls of light hovering in a corner of his room. He started recounting his spiritual battles of when he’s attacked in his bed by demons and saw the look of skepticism in my eyes. I interpreted his encounters back to him as a result of a possible over active imagination, hallucinations, or just vivid nightmares. I told him I saw nothing supernatural in his encounters. That only widened the rift that was forming in our relationship. I saw the Prophetess as a threat to my friend’s mental health and Tony refused to hear any criticism about her, so we parted ways. He settled firmly down under the teachings of his spiritual guru and I, on the other hand, continued to seek after deeper spiritual and worldly understandings that lead me ultimately into the arms of a cult...

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