Janelle Gregory is a born again Christian homeschooling Mom of three with with a deep love for writing and poetry. It is her desire to minister and encourage through the written word. Her work can be seen at Scottish Radiance Online zine, and in November EWGPresents Online journal will publish her work, In June, "Scribe and Quill" newsletter. She volunteers time greeting and hosting free online chats for Fiction Writers Connection at http://www.fictionwriters.com and is co-hosting a new chat for Christians through them free on AOL, logs can be accessed at the website for all internet users. |
O'er the Horizon Over waves invisible come those indivisible, hearts have moved on-- waiting beyond. Come something Come nothing Come noon or high tide. Eternity beacons a quickening ride. Live, and we wait as times linger on, work to be done. Feel through the portal the reasons increase to long for the Heavens and sweet earth's release. "Even so, come Lord Jesus."(Rev 22:20b KJV) Janelle Gregory Copyright April 29, 1999 Winepress One at a time they labor to pick the fruit from heavy weighted vines. Hands, lightly so lightly, careful not to bruise the ripened fruit. The baskets fill to overflowing and the worker's joy is growing. Take them to the wine press and stomp the ready grapes. Rejoicing in the harvest the patient One awaits. Janelle Gregory Copyright May 6, 1999 Fences Destiny warred with Fate, the loss was much too great for those who left it up to "it" and passed Him at the gate. For each does but abhor the other, counting on believer's breath. There never was a stronger case but arguably, we wait. In the end, the body count will determine who prayed, And who relied on Fate. Janelle Gregory Copyright April 27, 1999 Strains of Distant Guns "And the winepress was trodden without the city, and blood came out of the winepress, even unto the horse bridles, by the space of a thousand and six hundred furlongs" (Rev 14:20 KJV). Night Screams with the advent of artificial light, deadly fireworks flame the hillside. Brides become widows, children become orphans. Death angels ride on silver bullet wings. In the Valley of Meggido, to the bridle, blood rises. Dark is the Savior's eyes. God, pouring out His wrath to purge this land oppressing will cease. Perchance, one cries-- And Redeemer sees, to snatch them from eternal fires. Eastward. the Daystar rising; enfolds them who have eyes. High above crying Earth, destruction bears new birth. The Glorious newborn Earth replacing void despair, wipes the weeping widow's tears, rocking orphans gently to sleep. Janelle Gregory Copyright April 8, 1999 City Life "Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." (John 14:27 KJV) There is tension in the city, the noise touched by confusion in the stares of each passerby. Feel the throb of heartaches in strangers crossing the way, in music pounding out city beats in crowded streets. Smell the fear, foul and stagnet, in run down shacks where drunks pull up boxes to hide from the rats. Listen to babies wailing piteously where there's no milk to drink and mother's crying near their overfilled sinks. Watch men in three-piece suits with attaches curse the darkness while drinking champagne in the noise and confusion. There's little peace left, but in corners and hideaways one or two still retain the faith of our father's and pray to stay sane. Janelle Gregory Copyright Feb. 28, 1998 The Inquisition "For he shall have judgment without mercy, that hath showed no mercy; and mercy rejoiceth against judgment." (James 2:13 KJV) Soldier can you show no pity, while the suffering bleed and die? Do you have no mercy while the anguished, hope and cry? Have you no fear of dying? Perhaps you've sins you'd rather forget. With your last breath, will you yearn for mercy, believing this you'll get? And on that day upon their God, dare you even call? Will He lend you pardon? Will He let you cross the wall? Inspired by Schindler's List Janelle Gregory Copyright March 15, 1999 |
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