This Is

I touch your skin Your breast rise and fall  Your lips touch mine Tangled  Together we fall Again  And again Until we satiate this need Holding tightly  This moment While gone We again repeat  Lovers  Together  Boundless Until death we part We hold tight  Bold we lay in the night This  This is Love  I … Continue reading

This Is

I touch your skin Your breast rise and fall  Your lips touch mine Tangled  Together we fall Again  And again Until we satiate this need Holding tightly  This moment While gone We again repeat  Lovers  Together  Boundless Until death we part We hold tight  Bold we lay in the night This  This is Love  I … Continue reading

Remission

Remission On This day This dark day Before light was born We work We toil Once again to repeat Again And again Where is my remission He is born tomorrow Freedom offered Creation to creator Mystery unfolds Herald by host Rejected Lifted high A king A savior A babe ©ScottEtheridge 12/19/2017

Moments Lost Not Long Ago

Here is a poem from a couple weeks back. In it I try to capture the brevity of life and the simplicity of moments

My God My King 

His love holds the down trodden and His ways lead you through stormy seas.   He is my God and King In Him I rest my weary soul   When times are good and you walk the sunny shores or stretch toward star filled skies.   He is my God and King In Him I … Continue reading

Silent Murmurings of a Lost Child

How does life fly by so fast? By the time, we begin living it’s the end and we missed so much joy in-between. Seems like yesterday I was in dad’s old ford truck headed to school or riding go-carts without a care. To be held close one more time or hear my home place filled with … Continue reading

Here is new poem I wrote yesterday. Let me know what you think. Thanks in advance for your feedback

Here is a short story written in prose.

Emotion In Color

Shadows of gray Leaves of brown Cold silver arches bending to the ground Concrete edges Blend with a winter sky Where do we go How must we fly This day ends Another begins This place we call home All too soon will die FSE 3/16/2017

Here is a new poem from today. I am addressing our attempts to hide real life behind a false face. Reminiscent to what was used in Greek theater Fools Gold In the morning light of this new day We wrestle with days of long ago Struggling behind empty facades  Laced with lies and fools gold … Continue reading