POEM: On Earth

Rupture, momentum, a mighty squall

Look at them, it’s no use to run

away from a wave a mile tall

But Your will be done

Their love for You, misunderstood

And a war that’s never won

In a crowd a man erupts in powder and blood

Even here, Your will be done.

A lonely flier

Makes two towers into one

Of steel, glass, bones and fire

Your will be done

The sky and the dirt drawn together

In the mud is dropped heaven’s son

To a post of wood a dead man tethered

Your will be done.

Raw Spoon

1 view

Blog Post


Ross.Boone@RawSpoon.com  |  (303) 359-4232

"I can't tell you how moved I was with what you did. Your demeanor, skill, the videos, everything from the slight movements, and the cadence. It was so amazing."

         -Jeff Vanderlaan, board of the Association of College Ministries


"Ross's work helped resolve some of my biggest questions of faith."
-Paul W., Wichita, Kansas