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…
Tag: Poetry
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…
Holy From Beginning to End
Before the first man had first breath Before the mystery of death Angels worshiped the Holy one The majesty of God’s own Son From infinite past he was and is and is to come Holy Holy above all living things Before the glory of every king
I Don’t Know, And That’s Life
Many, O LORD my God, are the wonders You have done. The things You planned for us no one can recount to You. Psalm 40:5 God has plans. (and He won’t tell.) His nature is so unpredictable. We never know what is just ahead. But God has plans. (And He won’t tell.) His hand is not…
The Belly of the Beast
Everybody ends up in the belly of the beast. There are few exceptions from the greatest to the least. You stumble into quicksand. You’re weary of the world. Lies wreck your reputation. Insults, viciously, are hurled. Addiction lies in dormancy then rears it’s ugly head. Depression sinks in slowly, Like the whispers of the dead….
Song of Everything
Movement 1 Small and deep from Ocean’s breeze The beast and birds, grass and trees God’s great creation- verse libre’ The divine grace, and soul commision The lonesome wish for one decision The burning of the wasteland Sinks to shores of tumultuous consequence And in the storms, slicing through the soul Fear, love, wounds, doubt…
This is Man
flesh and blood do not make manhe is wildly and ever alivenever ambivalent or fleeting when fire and flood collide.Man bids farewell to the shifting steps of boyhood. His ancient blood leads him not into abundant whims and brief adulationbut a man is daring in times of sudden catastrophic overturehe rarely counts the costs of selfhe…
Bitterness
It’s hard to know where the seed of bitterness began Perhaps before the dawn of man When an angel of light, Heaven’s delight Wasn’t satisfied with reflecting someone else’s might.