We battle to own the apostates. We fight in our bunkers of shares.We taunt them with jesting emojis.We rage with our unflinching stares. We argue our case on the platforms.We scroll, we like, we subscribe.We give the guilty comeuppance.In political tribes, we abide. And we wonder why we are dyingas descendants are leaving the church.But…
Category: Poetry
The Mystery of Making Stuff Up
Most creatives can’t explain how they do what they do. Formulas escape them. The mysterious process occurs somewhere between the prefrontal and motor association cortex. Apart from the mechanics of syntax, color, structure, template, perspective, and story arc, creators are at the mercy of something no one but God understands. Like little children at supper,…
Everyday Thanksgiving
In wanderlust of eternity,I travel streets of grace I know the power of illusion. But I find truth upon Your Face (illusions crumble) the b/ro/ke/nness have weakened bones and feeble flesh. I trust in the Musician’s strings,The One who makes the nation’s sing. You are good it’s understood as days lead on……………. to Day. So…
Who am I?
I’ve asked myself this question for years now and I still see through a glass darkly. I am guided and shaped in the midst of my own perplexities. One fact counters the next, but this list is true. Everything else is still on the table. I am loved by Christ . . .often wrongrarely strongseduced…
Within
ever since the days of yellow buses and rocket shipsthat landed after lunar conquesti have yearned to see beyond this skinthe bold courageous Warriorthat lies within He triumphs over veiled conspiracythe grassy knolls of hostilityflying headlong into the undiscovered creeds of truthand that’s where i am before the thoughts slow downand the angels bring the grace of…
The Unseen Place
i long for the Unseen Place not just Heaven no. a place on earth as it is where You are King and love reigns in everything my source my guide and friend, show me the secret and glorious end amen
He Came for the Rest of Us
Jesus came for the wise and the strong. And He came, just as well, for the rest of us. Jesus came for the days that life seemed ordered and filled with meaning. But we rejoice because He came for the other days, too. Blessed by old men and shepherds Worshiped by kings and beggars And…
Before I meet Bart Wrinkle
when it’s all said and done here. look me up. I’ll be kicking back, slinging jawbones with samson who made it in the door by the grace of God same as noah found grace discovered it (he happened upon it or rather it happened upon him) i’ll be listening to stories of limping jacob and…
I Run to You
I run to You like streams that are drawn into the sea, like a fire to kindled tree, like a child to dreams. like time to eternity my one and only destiny You are full. Fill me. I don’t want to be more me. I want to be new. No me. All You. I want…
Modern Lamentations I
The image that swirls freely in perilous realms between sleeping and awake my banner of fullness in grief embodies every impulse. Fissures on the surface unveil the aspects of consequence And echoes of confusion and understanding. That feeling of helplessness when tragedy is unstoppable Regret stands in the foreground How could things have been different?…