A. B. Clarke

Category Archives: Personal

Music is the sound of resistance
Between the forces of chaos and of order
Between radio static and dial tone

In times like these
Find your jam band
And fight

The nature of my God’s love
Is not that I matter
But that I can matter.

Today is a once in a lifetime experience.

I am not lost in the dark; I am afraid to open my eyes.

Battles are won with cannons in smoke-filled fields.
Wars are won with daggers in smoke-filled rooms.