Rough Altars (NaPoWriMo)

Step by resolute step

Laying down each weighty stone

Markers of journey

Recognized by God alone

Rough altars where heart kneels, worships

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Bible Verses:

“The LORD appeared to Abram and said, “To your descendants I will give this land.” So he built an altar there to the LORD who had appeared to him. Then he proceeded from there to the mountain on the east of Bethel, and pitched his tent, with Bethel on the west and Ai on the east; and there he built an altar to the LORD and called upon the name of the LORD.”  Genesis 12:7-8, New American Standard Bible

“Then Abram moved his tent and came and dwelt by the oaks of Mamre, which are in Hebron, and there he built an altar to the LORD.” Genesis 13:18, New American Standard Bible


In but an


Everything which was yesterday


Comes loose, unravels, dissolves, shatters…

“Before” becomes sepia photograph, heart forced on journey unplanned.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.


The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.

Buried Journey

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #6

Life’s road went on…on

Sands of years drifting over

Relentless, arid

Often obscuring vision

Covering shame, secret heart


Dry grit in mouth, mind

Wind, manic woman sweeping

Grainy tide ne’er ebbs

I walked awhile till feet burned

Journey buried ‘neath gilt dunes

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Final Trek

What do you See? Feb/26/2019

The last mile.

All considered, I’ve been strong…

If slow and full of murmuring.

His Light has gone before me

Holy lantern of Faith’s mystery…

Glimmered moments in the dark.

I’m moved by recollection of my

Baal-perazim*, God’s faithfulness.

Vision almost gone, I’ve often

Lost focus…but the haze tonight is

Exquisite sapphire, horizon bejeweled.

Nothing is as I’d imagined, expected.

Accustomed to life’s shadowed fringes

I don’t mind solitary journey…the

Lack of competitive moral judgment

Is a relief on this final trek…

I don’t feel cold in winter.

Ahead is the Kingdom, looking

Just like castles I dreamed as a girl.

In my Father’s house are many

Mansions…and I am nearly Home.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

*Ba’al-Perazim (Hebrew Owner of Breakings Through) was a place in ancient Israel. It was the scene of a victory gained by David over the Philistines (2 Samuel 5:20; 1 Chronicles 14:11).