Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill

Family Matters

Soul Sick

The fall of a marriage Makes one sad indeed. Two lives, one, undone Hearts suffer;  they bleed. There is no cure for a break In that bond forever made Between the two who make The pledge to ever love one another. ‘Tis no small vow but easily made And consequences go unweighed When love is […]

There Once Was a Girl

There once was a girl name o’ Jayne Drove me a little “insaney” By her had many-a kid And all that we did Was intended to serve the Lord. Well, we never got bored, Had no money but hoarded All that we could, Did all that we should And onward we soared To that lofty reward. […]

What’s Worse?

What’s worse? Pro-choice Slave holding Confederates Or pro-choice baby-killing Democrats? (Sorry, Southerners to make this equation No personal insult is intended But for the sake of argument It is recommended.) The choice to buy and sell a slave Was a right once commended.All of course depended Upon the value of a human. Some were deemed […]

Way Back

Way back in the seventies There was plenty of glee, A time of romance and “Kathie Lee” A champ was I on the mat With a destiny for Annapolis. ‘Twas a prospect many cherished Even while some to war would perish. There to stay or leave I pondered An opportunity not to be squandered But […]

Blowing an Abortuary

He who blows up and abortuary With or without his wife Does so without worry, pain or strife Over the question of whether he May save or injure a person. The issue is settled by the fact That the location where the Children are butchered Is no longer in tact. A simple truth forsooth. When […]

Whence and Whither, Wilmington?

Michael Bray 28 March 2007 One of the wonderful opportunities at Wilmington High School is the development of writing skills for those who do extracurricular work for the school paper, Hurricane. Occasionally there is an article of interest for the larger community, that fellowship of citizens which pays for the school’s existence.  In the latest […]

Ours Is but a Foretaste

The fathers went down to Egypt Many long years ago And became as numerous as heaven. He sent me to jail with only three. Now – plus grands – we have eleven. When I think of Anastasia Who would have made us twelve, The child who never was among us, I imagine her well occupied […]

Bray Credo

The following 65-word creed contains the names of all the children of Mike and Jayne Bray.  They are represented in the text in order.  Some appear candidly; others in metaphor.  The Lord is my God.                                                  ElliI have peace with Him through the One               JonasWho revealed Him to all men.                                 EpiphanyHe rescued us from […]

Homelessness

Simply summarized, it is inspired by family breakdown;  which is the product of that cool, progressive, Godless movement which propagated sex outside of marriage.  Indeed, the de-sacralization of marriage – the holy institution where sex is exclusively, as a holy association, to be had – is the true “root cause” of the contemporary break down […]

On Capacity for Salacity

Our capacity for salacity Is beyond what one may imagine, And to our chagrin It does not end But begins anew rightIn our hearts, Wicked in every new day. O that sin within Every day rises up to begin Another assault upon our souls, On friends and foe taking tolls! And what of it shall […]

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