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Burlington, Iowa

The Sea of Wait

The Sea of Wait

By Peter-John Campbell

                                                                                                                                                   Drifting...

                                                                                                        Drifting...

                                                               Drifting...

Drifting. Drifting. Drifting.

Upon the Sea of Wait.

This bitter soul of mine grows cold

My heart has turned to bait.

Aimless, I float this barren tide

through every peek and trough.

The dead calm ever more to bear

then the tempest ever was.

Drifting. Drifting. Drifting.

I waft this lonely brine.

Churning like vultures the shakes await

their meal is soon to find.

Alas, on the horizon found

a glimpse of isle or land.

I strain myself for one last row

a mirage is all that's there.

Drifting. Drifting. Drifting.

My body broke' and sore

I long, I pine, I yearn, to wake

upon some distant shore.

Drifting... Drifting... Drifting...

                                                              Drifting...

                                                                                                        Drifting...

                                                                                                                                                   Drifting...

Let Us Not

Let us not

by Peter-John Campbell

Let us not be the ones who succumbed

who fail to hold the line,

and lost the battle for our sons and daughters.

Let us not be the ones who yield. 

When the sirens call, SCREAMING 

in our ears to give in to their poisonous song.

Let us not be the ones who capitulated

and compromised all we hold dear

and follow the path of least resistance. 

But, let us be the ones who will be remembered 

as those who held firm to the truth.

Who remained strong and stood against the rising tide. 

Let us be the ones who will be remembered 

as those who withstood the darkness

When the light was dim and all hope was gone.

Let us be the ones who will be remembered 

as those who endured when others' hearts fell.

And spoke 'truth' when the world yelled 'lies.'

Let us be the ones 

who remembered The Lord 

and His Word.

Let us be the ones who stood firm.

Let us not succumb 

but rather overcome

and be found faithful.  

Old Warehouse

Wondering around an old warehouse. It was extremely dark in most of the rooms and had to shoot at some high ISO's but I think I captured some interesting spots.