When things get heatedAnd conversations grow horns,Our hearts respond in turnBy coming dressed for the occasionBearing knives.Knives that are too easy to pick upAnd too hard to put down-Lacerations of the tongueTargeted jabs of the replyAnd the ever-threatening knife to the throatOf a sharp tone of voice.Its unfortunate that long afterThe final word has been […]
Read more "On putting our knives away"From enemies and vagabondsTo lovers and trusted sonsGod has done a thingThat we will sing about forever,For He has penned a glorious stanzaWith our very lives,Weaving together seemingly random eventsThat converge to form a constellation of His mercies-Moments that made no senseSeasons so dark we lost our very selvesNon-linear paths that all led usHere.To His […]
Read more "We have become His poetry"Christ is no stranger to trauma,To feelings of abandonment,Deep sorrowAnd betrayal.He knows what is isTo cry out in the nightAnd get no answer,To be hunted and falsely accused.He is familiar with exasperating humans-Of being rejected by His ownAnd misunderstood even by His comrades.And most harrowinglyHe knows the painOf dying at the handsOf injustice.This faith we […]
Read more "The gospel of trauma"Is what He has promised.Not that the darkness will not comeNor that we will not feel itNor that we will alwaysSee ourselves as separate from it,But that on that dayHe will be there-Enormous, ferocious powerGentled just to be with us in our distress.For the darknessIs not a sign of the absenceOf God’s goodness,Or His failure […]
Read more "A Hand to hold on earth’s darkest day"The harrowing prayer of Christ in that gardenDid not change His circumstance.It was His last few momentsBefore going up to be crucified,A crucifixion He spoke of repeatedly.The contents of the prayerReveal a level of vulnerabilityThat is most unsettling.Christ accepts His crushing fateWhile at the same time expressing His desireFor another way.He did not consider His […]
Read more "Gethsemane"There came a generationThat was no longer lookingFor signs and wonders,No longer sought holy men who’d seenThe face of God,Nor a guiding starThat might lead them yonder-No.These were self-directed onesWho made their own miracles,Customized their own reality-Filled their own cups.The trouble with beingA self-worshiping generationIs that our cupsNever quite run over,And the feasts we make […]
Read more "Filling cups"The pen does so much more thanRecord our present thoughtsOr disperse our ideasFar and wideFor others to savor.The pen presents an opportunityFor a part of ourselvesTo exist outside of our physical membersOn a pageFor others to encounter.Every day I populate my mindWith the written words of great writers,From ancient scribes of sacred textsTo contemporary authors […]
Read more "Writing for Reincarnation"Humans have a great great capacityFor illusions,For imagining a version of the worldDictated by our preferencesAs though we were the ones who made itIn seven days.God has mercy on those He wants to have mercy,Whether or not we agree with His assessmentAnd He plays on a field far, far aboveOur own.We are not Christians because […]
Read more "Capacity for Illusions"You never miss a chanceTo show off Your majestyDelivering masterpieceAfter masterpieceWhile most of us sleep.Daily You ship out aMagical sunriseA morning of graceA new promiseA fresh start.The morning sky is stainedA deep pinkWith tinges of a heady orange,A new day being birthed.As the minutes pass quicklyThe LORD quietly rinses the cloudsOf their crimson hueLeaving behind […]
Read more "God of the Sunrise"The bible speaks of a BeingWho pre-existed existence,One Who’s imaginationBecame the blueprint of the universe,The Mind behind our mindsThe Great Scribe Who writesOur story-God the Coder.The One who gave ourHeartbeats their rythymOur feet their strengthAnd who meausured outThe capacity of each breathBefore a single one was taken,Directing the planetsTo be in majestic orbitFor our sunsetsTo […]
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