(a poem for each)
When sunset shimmers dimly in these old eyes,
In the twilight of my time upon this earth,
I'll at once get images quickly from these old files,
And in the highlights of my life will be your birth.
by Joseph Bishara
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The story goes:
Pop told Hez it was time to sleep. Hez tried to be good
and turned over in bed so Pop wouldn't see his sobbing.
But Pop saw. As if Pop couldn't put Hez to bed crying, like
a spoiling parent, Pop hushed the sobbing, gave whatever
Hez wanted, and let Hez get out of bed and stay up a
little longer. Pop even tried a neat trick so Hez
would settle down and even smile. Reaching
out, Pop spun the world backwards!
(2Kings20:1-11)
... a little art ...
thumbnails of sketches and the like
Destroyer
comic book version of the one who killed the firstborn of Egypt in Exodus
Grapes of Wrath
inspired by Revelation 14 and Isaiah 6
On Eagle's Wings
a picture I made long ago
Serpent
About Me
- Joseph
- two boys, one wife, no hair, and infinitely blessed. contents of this website blog copyright Joseph Bishara. All rights reserved.
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