Snapshots and Synapses

Autumn is a wonderful season. There really is no “typical” Autumn. There are Indian Summers and early snows. There is an Autumn to every year and every geography. It looks different every time and every place... yet “Autumns” are not without commonalities.  Autumn is a time of transition... a scary time for some... an abundant time for others... a promise of conclusion... a threat of insufficient provision... a busy time. It comes at different times in different hemispheres. I grew up in Indiana, in the heartland of America. Autumn is typically a short season there: summers are often long, hot, and humid while winters are extended periods of bitter cold. Spring jumps out of nowhere, and Autumn falls quickly upon the residents of this Midwestern state. There is no warning. One week the ambient air is hotter than your body temperature and the next week you could be shivering in a thick jacket. Autumn never looks the same, but it always accomplishes the same thing. There is an Autumn ...

September days When we all know the time is short And the days grow shorter Yet more brilliant in the sky The light glistens everywhere Blinding some And guiding others September daze As one season ends and begins Hornets become feisty Attacking any target The hive threatens everyone Scented wind Seducing slumber September gaze Gleaming sights on the horizon Of a distant shoreline Piercing through the misty night The light glistens everywhere Guiding some Frustrating others copyright ©2020 Mitchell Malloy (http://mitchellmalloyblogspot.com/)

The Darkness threatens to enter my home  And proclaim the great things that man has done These hands of men and their great rebellion That have finally removed the need for God Imagine there’s no future  Beyond the hardness of man’s heart The rich and haughty, smart and mighty Declare that they have won And it appears that they are right For no man can overcome their stronghold “Join us!” they say, “We are strong, and we are one!” No giant ever seemed so large  Or logic seemed so sound However I know of One more mighty His great strength beyond compare His knowledge of this moment  Preceded both limb and hair He laughs at the rebellious  As they scheme toward a defeat So easily avoided Had they simply given heed  To words from the beginning  His declaration of peace For anyone so humble  To acknowledge their own need Now we wait His grand return Though the world around us laughs And pray...

I’ll not rejoice when Ishobeth’s beheaded      I will mourn his great loss and his betrayal Though his father pursued and tormented me      I will remember his brother as my friend Though his hand held claim to my inheritance      His sister was my first beautiful betrothed His scepter is my burden not my birthright      And his family I will shelter and protect I’ll mourn the loss of Ishobeth my brother      And portray the heart of God as I protect I will not rejoice when Ishobeth is dead copyright ©2014 Mitchell Malloy ( http://mitchellmalloyblogspot.com/ )

America, America, how far have you fallen? Babylon the great has fallen indeed! You who have led the world in idolatrous pleasures and submitted yourselves as another’s treasure! And conquest? No one needed to conquer you! For you gave it away with all that you do… to forsake your inheritance for a bowlful of stew: the addict who desperately grasps for a fix, completely oblivious, the eyes so transfixed on that death-dealing high that will bring him down low! So lower and lower and lower you go! So sad. So true! Still you question “What’s truth?” “It doesn’t fit my agenda… I must bury it!” “But then I always preferred darkness to light.” Babylon the great has fallen indeed! copyright ©2012 Mitchell Malloy ( http://mitchellmalloyblogspot.com/ )