A Child’s Chalk Creation

Note: I don’t remember how a sermon inspired this one. Miracles. That was it. The insertion of miracles into natural law. Comment and like below!

Land and sea drawn in chalk

On Little Child Drive

Across asphalt and sidewalk


Intricate shores and oceans

Triangles for mountains

And arrows for the motion.


In the space between

Ants built a hill to live

And weed plants teemed.


The life competed in space depleted

So he took a chisel to the path

And the edges of the chink retreated.


The following day, in summer’s banality

The heavens opened on the microcosm

To fill with river the crack in the boys reality.

An Unshaven Tale

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It started on the back of my thigh. I remember sitting on the sidelines, proud of my 6×4 patch of body hair. The other students continued there badminton games, while my mind cast forward.

A well trimmed lawn of manhood grew on my face and chest. A paisley tie hung parallel to the trimmed suit as I walked into the meeting of executives. My wife saunters about our red brick home. History would ripple with my life like a finger drawn through water.

Thirteen years on, though, my beard is Swiss cheese and I wonder every day whether I’m making a difference. Well, I know my life has impact, but when a grain of sand hits a windshield, does it turn to glass or leave a scratch?