The Fall and The Thud… by Toni Cross

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Harsh splinters grind between black teeth

A deathly sentiment hovers beneath

My enemy bites at me with a word

I’m struck down, fallen, like a bird

With the rush, with the thump, of a hollow thud

In the dust, my red blood makes bright mud

I wait helpless as a stunned sparrow

When fierce death comes to harrow

Where is He who truly sees all

That One who cares every time I fall?

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Fighting Gray… By Toni L.A. Cross

Noble warrior renowned

Listen to this harrowing sound

Draining cries of earth’s deep sorrow

We will live to see the morrow?

Life is leaking from a crack

Faceless death will now attack

Who has left us silent here?

What foe won’t visibly appear?

We know not who or why we fight

Though we press on in this bleak night

O! That gray would fade from sight

And black be black and white be white!


How Faith Is Found… By Toni L.A. Cross

If you don’t know how faith is found

Then watch this sparrow hit the ground

And listen for the whispered voice

And wait to see Him give me choice

To choose my way to death or life

To pick a path of joy or strife

He forces not the best on me

Nor scorns my fall for all to see

His hand is still beneath my form

Waiting to shelter me in the storm


red sticky tears… By Toni Cross

these knees are crying

red sticky tears

from bearing the brunt

of so many falls

rocks and dirt

beneath tender skin

becoming part of a scab

someday

that scab

will grow into a scar

and then

sleek whiteness

will be peppered

with even paler

tiny mountains

and valleys

ridges and bumps

 hills

snow-covered hills

that tell the tale

of bloody congealing droplets