Rodney Biamby

The Spirit of the Living God.

How holy thou art in Glory shod, residing deep in the breast of God. So gentle, so peaceful, that great rushing wind, transforming men delivered from sin. Now abiding God with us, the Paraklketos,* the Dunamis.*' That river so wide, that no man can cross, no bounds, no limits, in reaching the Lost. Fluttering down in the form of a Dove, baptizing many, many speaking in tongues. Gifts and... (posted by Rodney 2 years 287 days ago.)

The Courtroom in Glory

I felt my neck tighten and I started to sweat, I sat there fidgeting my brow was all wet. I had been there alone to face all my crimes, my earth time had ended, there's no vital signs. I corrected my posture and sat up erect, my garments were filthy, my mind was a wreck. I believed I lived right and I did as I should, I am a good person, I tried all I could. "All rise", cried the Court Clerk, all... (posted by Rodney 3 years 89 days ago.)

The Eyes Of The Lord

I sat at that console to monitor crime, the survielliance so detailed I spotted a dime. Monitoring people just passing by, not a clue that I'm watching, that eye in the sky. Cameras all over, many video screens, I see all at once, every movement, every scene. I pan with precision and slowly survey, for crimes occurring that day. I sat there amazed, seeing all I could see, I thought to myself, "but... (posted by Rodney 3 years 94 days ago.)

Labels, Masks and Crutches.

The alarm clock rang so here I go, another day, another show. Looking about to face this task, I reach the night stand and grab my mask. Aligned correctly it covered my face, no hints of me, not even a trace. I'm covered now, no one will see, the scars or the marks, I'm hiding me. Without delay and in a rush, there by the table leans my crutch. Limping over, my legs are strong, my crutch, it... (posted by Rodney 3 years 108 days ago.)

The Rains came that Day

The storm thundered over the mountain range, many creatures nestled under the shelter of the dark forest, watching has the storm passed by. The small creeks grew in size, as the fresh mountain waters enlarged their borders. The villagers furrowed fields, softened by the rains of that storm. The heated ground, ebbed steam emerging from the cooling drops, the rains came that day bringing drinks to the crops. The... (posted by Rodney 3 years 115 days ago.)

You are What you Eat.

Consumption, consumption, mass consumption, more intake, more intake, there's no reduction. Mass markets absorbing and taking in, violence, destruction-- the wages of sin. We look, we wonder, we seem surprised, we try to make sense of our world's demise. In the womb lives are fed from our mother's tube, Sh (posted by Rodney 3 years 122 days ago.)