Prayer

Ode to a Cross
By: Adam M. Snow

Made from an old dogwood tree,
betrayed for all the world to see.
With three nails upon the cross,
Satan bows his head emboss.

God the Father
By: Adam M. Snow

To be at the sight of all beauty and grace,
and seek guidance in your glorious place.
To be still and in awe of you,
and to know you made me new.

Morning Ember
By: Adam M. Snow

I arose from my slumber with haste of morning ember;
to be greeted by a knock on my chamber door.
"Who's there?" I said as I am greeted with an;
outstretched hand and the pain I feel nevermore.
"It is me, your mourning star, greeting you from afar."
Quoth the ghost of this morning ember.
I lie back down, confused and alone on this cold;