_We Are_

Micah Biffle
1 min readMay 17, 2023
Edmonds Evening

Ridgelines and heights

A golden rise

To a new life,

A beautiful vibe

A frequency of the tribe

A quiet a place

Yet bold, no outer race

But comfort of moral face

No harshness of the wicked

We bear armor of soul

A heavens hold.

So no,

We will not tremble when told

Hand over our shovel

Our soil,

For we are of the old

The tradition grown

From God’s own mold,

We shall stand, though it may be cold

We shall not fold,

But give our hearts dilation

We live with a foundation

That does not compromise,

For this life of ours, of mine.

Is not of the hours that go by

Nor the dollars that stack high

But the trust,

The loyalty of family

The natural beauty

The truth, of heavenly royalty.

So no,

We will never cease our tongues

Nor cut down our fruits

Or allow birth of wicked roots,

We are the followers of eternity

The faithful of his word not,

Of man’s calamity,

We guard our youth

With stern rigidity

We bare no need for status

Or popular commodity.

We live by breath and truth alone,

We fear not scarcity

Nor catastrophe,

For in all things, he grants us, clarity.



Micah Biffle

Just a man beneath the thumbprint of God. A man wandering like any other, wondering what will come of him.(Instagram @poemjunkybiffle)