John Beam Poet Prose Poetry

My Brother's Hand

My brother’s hand regarded not my words for, they go unheard, as the silence grows my brother’s hand clinches cold and my last words fall to the ground pooling, congealing into an unsatisfied thirst. The devils on horseback are led to the water, but never drinking, as the blackened house lies in ruin. I wonder about the tree in the forest and the forest without ears to hear and the tree never seen, but alas and alas every man. How does a machete make more noise and fire be heard on the other side of the world? It may have been bearable, but I am not alone and I know their words will never be heard for they are in my brother’s hand. 11/5/2014

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Cory Long November 10, 2014 at 5:27 PM congrats on your win. cory John Beam November 10, 2014 at 6:51 PM Congrats to you too Cory and nothing is in vain in the Lord.i hope you have a blessed evening.

Dr.Ram Mehta November 10, 2014 at 9:14 AM Very intense write, congrats on the win John Beam November 10, 2014 at 6:53 PM Thanks Ram, It has been awhile since, i have wrote and good to see you are still on here. Congrats on your win on a very sad subject.

Darlene Gifford November 6, 2014 at 8:45 AM hi, John, Your comment about the world getting worse before it gets better: This world will not get better (my opinion) until Jesus comes and defeats Satan, our enemy. But we still can brighten our area of the world by our actions, caring and compassion. I hope you agree. Blessings, Darlene John Beam November 10, 2014 at 6:49 PM Thanks for comment yet there will be a thousand year reign with the Lord Jesus on earth and it will truly be better for His own.

Jan Allison November 6, 2014 at 2:23 AM so deep and sad with intense imagery :-( hugs Jan x John Beam November 6, 2014 at 4:53 AM thank you Jan and the sad thing is the world will grow worse before it gets better.