In the aftermath of an hellacious late-summer deluge, a decades-old and weatherbeaten barn once again proves worthy of praise as a sanctuary for bounties harvested with relentless toil and unyielding faith in the soil of the Llano Estacado Plateau—a fitting monument to the grit and perseverance of intrepid farmers on said tablelands north of Clovis, New Mexico.
© Ilija Lukić 2026
We’re mere jars of clay
Shaped by divine hand,
Purposely flawed,
Yet refuge for the soul,
Where our inner light
On divine command
Can heal mortal clay
At faith’s water hole.
© Ilija Lukić 2026
Lend ear, take to heart unalienable rights—
Divinely granted, irrevocable.
Let freedom of conscience take to new heights
Your personal journeys on life’s timetable.
See life’s bed of thorns not as cross to bear,
But as champion of truth that wakes pipe dreams...
Purges hearts of deceit and pride’s fanfare
To usher humility in on moonbeams.
Pride’s bitter pill lays bare profound insights,
Endowed with divine favor they sway the heart,
Align core truth with clarity of spirit,
Unveil higher truths—ignite soul’s jump start.
Cultivate inner peace, when life’s seems adrift...
Said vessel set sail as celestial gift.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
