Scarlet Robe Creations

There is a trail. It's leads me where I long to travel. Somewhere beyond today and into tomorrow. I've walked this same trail thousands of times. I have stepped over boulders and trunks of trees fallen. I have heard the song of a bird, familiar and yet strange. I have watched the flight of wings as the song took to the sky. I have found a rock along that trail, one where I can rest, one where I can think of the places I have been, one where I can consider the places I will go. copyright 2023 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

The pavement glistens, from a torrent awaited. We run back into buildings that shelter and continue our day a little less dry. When it pours, do you consider the Arc, or is that just a fairy tale in your heart. It is easier to listen if we think the words are for children. We can even smile when a child asks where are the unicorns. Do you close your eyes, if someone says, "This is God's warning to the people of that day." If so, how will He warn us today, with a virus that causes leaders to panic, with dark skies and horrible storms, with wars which will have no victor. If so, how will He warn us today, with churches that pay homage to self and not others, denominations which support the rule of their laws and not His, leaders who say holiness is the work of evil and we should openly accept sin. It rains today, but He promised to never wipe us clean with torrents of water. This time He has wiped us clean with blood and still, we do not heed the warning. copyright 2023 - D...

The leaf takes on the hue of autumn and the Father of all gives his consent. Just as the sparrow sings a final song before leaving this life. The LORD hears its song and is aware of its death. The leaf, changing color and falling to the earth, the LORD has counted each one and witnessed their dances of glory, their dances of praise, their dances of worship. The sparrows, He has bestowed upon them every song ever escaping their throats. He is the author of every note and the beauty of their songs glorify His being. Little ones He has counted every breath to ever fill your lungs. He has made note of each tear, each smile to ever decorate your face. Little ones change your colors gracefully, as He wills it. Dance in praise of Him whenever you sing, be it the first song from your lips or the last. copyright 2005 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

  Boats on the shore. Muscles,  tired and nets empty.   Taste of salty air odors of damp nets. Again to set sail after a night of wasted energy.   This gentle teacher who sees inside my heart, caresses my spirit and knows strength and fault.                  A miracle, the net which had not one fish  is filled, ready to burst and the teacher  just smiles  at me. copyright 1998 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Come, witness a miracle. Water turned into wine and each guest at a beautiful wedding tastes the sweetness of the grapes. Wine that sings of joy, for the moment is filled with joy. Come, witness a miracle. Two who love, and promise to love. Two who's flesh tingles for the warmth of each other. Embracing a dream, embracing a trust, embracing a friend with whom each fiber of life desires to be shared. copyright 1992 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author  

I dug back in some very ancient archives for this short poem. This is from a collection of poems written in '75 & '76 This unpublished collection of work was titled "Eighteen and Nineteen". Sometimes I like looking back at these writings, seeing not only how I've grown as an individual, but how my writing has developed. I come to You when I have nowhere else to turn, when everyone has left me alone. When all my friends have wandered new courses and I struggle with old loves. Do You ever grow tired of these moments, when I arrive at Your doorstep with a sack full of sins. copyright 1976 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Silence in the morning before the buds have awakened, gathering on branches of spring. Soldiers clad in another faith, who guard a tomb, carved from stone. Those who've beaten the flesh and nailed the limbs. Silence in the morning before the hearts of the chosen have been opened, gathering in empty rooms of fear. copyright 1995 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

  Standing in a crowd of mourning and jeers. The mast is raised high, waving in the breeze, over his nation, I srael. How I wish I had the courage to console those who cry out in His name, but my fears and sins of righteousness dominate me. How dark the day becomes in the hearts of those who You've chosen to walk among. Those who You've chosen to send out among the gentiles. copyright 1996 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author