Do You Hear the People Sing?

“Do you hear the people sing?”

Yes, somber dirges, keening

Hymns of murmured humble prayer

‘We shall overcome…walk hand in hand

We are not afraid…we shall live in peace

We’re on to victory…the Truth shall make us free’

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Color of Death


I didn’t know what had happened.

Not at first.

And then I knew.

The whole world

Was shattering

Like glass laid

Careless on flame

Fragility of life





Too long

Bleeding amid

Shards of color


Issues slice deep

Old as history

Cuts turned to scars

Waiting for change

For minds to wake

Hearts to embrace

Voices to be heard

Not empty words

But people speaking

To ears that listen

Cries for justice

Angry weeping

Violence reproducing

After its own kind

Can’t replace those

Much-loved faces gone

Grief beyond repair

Waiting again for

Answers to tear-

Stained prayers

Because ugly Death

Has only one hue

Pale mottled blue

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Obsidian Season

Weekend Challenge – Obsidian


Obsidian lump

Lodged in throat, pit of stomach

Migrated to heart

Busy Death invisible

Carried on air over globe


Never satisfied

Reaper’s bullets, knee found more

Victims crossed off list

Numbers rise fast furious

Tears blind bright year of Vision


Obsidian rock

Hate hurled curse through city streets

Violence devours

Shreds families’ fabric, faith-hope

Futures lost ‘mid shattered glass


Let Love cool lava

Paint life’s hues ‘cross grafitti

Restore souls’ charred shards


Sacrifice of praise

Brethren sing to Sovereign Lord

Lift prayers, await Word

Deliverance is promised

Comfort to those who sorrow

 ©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Grief and Glory: Ravi Zacharias Goes Home

I have a tendency to bond easily with people…even strangers.  Ravi Zacharias was a brilliant Christian apologist, and a wonderful speaker who communicated with a gentle warmth as well as true passion for Jesus Christ. 

I’m sad that he’s left us, his family all over the world…and to be honest, I’m a bit envious, as he is now Home with The Glorious Savior.  My heart’s prayers continue for his wife and children during this time of mourning.

Thank you, Ravi, for the legacy you shared with us♥

Night’s Mourning


Moon’s sphere takes me down sometimes

Rolls over love’s heart

Lacking props, composure slides

I miss you more than makes sense



To self-analyze refused

Night’s mourning brimful 

Can’t revel in black crepe hours

Neither renounce grief’s return

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Keening ~ It’s Friday…But Sunday’s Coming

I’ve taken poetic license, as the Bible indicates there were women present at the Crucifixion of Christ—relatives, as well as many who’d followed Him from place to place as He taught, and some were “at a distance”—but there’s no specific mention of their immediate emotional state.  Had I been there, I’d have been inconsolable.


There must

Have been


The women


At the Cross

Grief deeper

Than Red Sea

Wordless loss

Torn-sore hearts

Couldn’t contain



To His


To His


So mysterious

They missed

Some parts…

Where was

The Kingdom

He’d spoken of

The Temple

He said He’d

Raise in 3 days

They saw the Cross

Still wet with

Blood, His

Running rivulets

Heard His last

Words, breath



In their ears

‘Mid heavy


They clutched

One another

Empty comfort

Bereft, they had



©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Bible references:  Matthew 27:55-56, 61; Mark 15:40-41, 47; Luke 23: 27, 49, 55; John 19:25

Past Yonder Sea

Quarantine ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #227

Far past yonder sea

Let us be quarantined, Love

Live or die as one

Hearts grieved, forever waiting

Dreams gone, cast in verdigris


Far past yonder sea

‘Mid hibiscus you linger

Palm trees beckon me

Waves play your voice, make me weep

Held captive ‘cross Time’s blue sea

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.