Haiku Friday

Am I at climax?
Or is this falling action?
Where do I stand?


Could my life, my death
be told in a million ways?
Would my truth be lost?


You told my story-
the one I live everyday.
I didn't do that.


His past hurt for years
Freedom came when ink left pen
Praise the Lord today.


You cried foul all week
Then you remembered my friend
And justice reigned.


Iron and Wine
As I close my eyes tonight;
You're here in my mind.