Wake

In a morning when the sun has reached the horizon colors play The dance begins Gracefully passing its majesty wakes the cloud Amber and Opal of our atmosphere Purple haze beyond the cloud I’m near All gives way to the brightening morn Singing songs of birds adorn Wake us and accompany our day distant one Give life to all that is near once again   Continue reading Wake

Branded

Kudos to those: The ones who claim to have a grip. The ones who pretend, like children in fantasy worlds. The ones who believe they have found the undisputed truths, with proven alternatives beside. The ones who make their lives appealing before the eyes of spectators because they are not happy with the internal; behind the eyes of insecurity and the lies they convince themselves … Continue reading Branded

When We Are There

Looking at all that had been, he stared into the shadows of years gone awry. Like the meeting of silhouette on sunlit grass, his life swayed with unpredictable certainty. His lingering sorrows of a love lost, blown somewhere into the abyss of airy blue, above the shades of regret he knew. The cool of downing light–a temporary peace. The man was only human– as fragile … Continue reading When We Are There

Humanity Harvest

Gathering the nourishment– picking from poisoned bush– we place our selection in the basket of reason. The berry appears so tempting, so ripe, with sweetness to indulge. Juice like wine. Pallet of splendor. The taste of a dream we’d rather not wake from. We knew we were poisoned from the beginning– yet, we ate. We didn’t care. We boldly placed our selection in the woven … Continue reading Humanity Harvest

Known

The watcher perched in thicket Low vantage point Hidden from its world Keen eye Patient Studious Contemplating     Moving in for strike Never unsure Closer than shadows the watcher makes the move     Attack!!     The watched keen in its guile turned to greet the patient the studious the contemplative Vantage point detected in advance far before the watcher watched     … Continue reading Known

The Voice He Hears (Part 19)

The warmth comforted his vexation. He stood within the stall until the water ran cold. The day was a waste. He decided to move out to the back patio with the hope of grooming his anxieties with nature and fresh air. Mindfulness was a coping mechanism he’d learned about many years earlier. Stepping outside, inhaling simplicity–the smell of flowers nearby. The sounds from the birds … Continue reading The Voice He Hears (Part 19)

Wasteful Thinking

What does it do for you, to think on such things– the squander and morose. All the haste that it brings. Nothing is achieved, except the misery you teach. Mundane and jaded. My, the woes you do preach. Does it pay in the end to lose all you’ve gained? That beautiful laughter? The grip you maintained? A challenge has come, and you fold, with a … Continue reading Wasteful Thinking

Now

Time is nothing Not a thing It has no beginning or end Only defined by what we bring It has no form Yet we see it this way We use the sun The night and day It is used in aging In whats and whens We use it out of context again and again People live somewhere within it In its menacing hold They pick … Continue reading Now

Under The Blue

Under the blue, we breathe the springing onset. New has arrived, and we miss what we’ve met.   Songs of the season– the rustling of tree. The voices of organic life. The sorrow we see.   Sun shines on opportunity– our lighted ambitions. Darkness hides our intent– impeded positions.   Standing firmly in the rays of exuberant determination, under the blue, in His creation, we … Continue reading Under The Blue

My God…

Pilate asked, “What is truth?” Jesus replied with, “I am.” Yet, they need more than that…  Lending God a hand.   Move over, God, men have found more to add. They interpret your truth, negating what you had. It’s way more complicated than a simple faith in you. So many educated scholars, telling others what to do.   Oh, God, so many men have robbed … Continue reading My God…

Hush

He wanted to be a Christian. They told him to repent. They said he must join a church. They demanded he celebrate Lent. The led him to believe that he was a slave to sin. They made him feel unworthy when he stood in front of them. “You need to change, my brother.” He heard it three times a week. On Wednesday, and twice on … Continue reading Hush

Our Rivers

The bleeding heart: never void of the coming and going. Taking in–thrusting forward. The life-blood faithfully jaunts, replenishing; renewing. A carrier of our drive; a river of nourishing fare. Vital. Not critical. Tolerant. Here we are: bias and unfair… Nothing like the blood that we all share; unlike the blood sent abroad by the bleeding heart. Continue reading Our Rivers

The Feed

Fear is waiting in the shadows, and it patiently watches you. It takes its seat a few chairs down. You go on without a clue. Closely, it observes your routine. It studies your schedule. It has an endless time to plan ahead, never losing its cool. It uses tools that you feed upon, like the devices you willingly watch. It uses the writings upon your … Continue reading The Feed

Fast-Forward

Whatever happened to scabbed elbows? Dirty knees? Jumping into lakes and climbing trees? The call of the mother from the front porch swing? A half a dozen kids all playing the same thing? What happened to Fireflies gathered together in jars? A friend of a friend who was a friend of ours? What happened to the youth that remained the same for so long? Back … Continue reading Fast-Forward

Wilted Woes

Spring is returning. The budding life — for a time, lying dormant — is rejoining the world. The sun creeps to its higher position, forcing the land to transitions. The voice of bashful life is practicing new song… And, for me, the dormancy remains.   Why is it not as rejuvenating as the last spring? Is it the load that has been carried since the … Continue reading Wilted Woes

Eventual Sands

His stones were getting heavy. He placed them on the ground. A little relief from the intensity. He stood and studied what was found.   He took a seat next to them. He rummaged through the stones of time. Some were smooth and full of character. Others were roughened by his crime. One was stained with blood of an enemy. Another, riddled with diamond trace. … Continue reading Eventual Sands

Replay

Running back to yesterdays Different times and different ways Choosing to relive another time Picking up what we left behind Maybe reliving will be better now Perhaps how we were then will be pleasing somehow We think this but then we find those things were better left behind Trying again is such a waste We had left the old familiar space because the life no … Continue reading Replay

I Must Not Be

I didn’t go to church yesterday. I didn’t dress for a part to play. I didn’t have a dime for the plate. I didn’t proclaim the speaker was great. I didn’t eat more than I can hold. I didn’t join in with the stories told. I didn’t act as if life is fine. I didn’t correct what isn’t mine. I didn’t quote a verse, bringing … Continue reading I Must Not Be

Never Figured

All day is the wonder of God and His way. Some long for direction in each changing day. They search for the answer in a version they like. They called it inerrant, although words not alike. They claim word of today same as written before. They say the hundreds of divisions all lead to The Door. They all lead to The Vine (whose death finalized) … Continue reading Never Figured

I’m Losing Faith…

…no, not in the Lord. I’m losing my faith in men as they drum up continuous discord. They all claim, “absolute truth”. Twisted flesh interpreting Word. “Look at my way — ignore your own, for your way is absurd!!” The temple of stone erected, with label and fable within. No room for arguments of meaning, just ranks and imperious men. They leave a lasting impression … Continue reading I’m Losing Faith…

Remember Me

When I saw you in the face of the man from the mountains, with his joy that you had provided, I was amazed by the simplicity of his view and why he was delighted. I was enjoying a breakfast and writing the words — a reflection of the surrounding days when he stopped and said, “I’m good, great and faaaaantastic!!” A simple man, elated by … Continue reading Remember Me

So Godly, I Am

All the sinning saints run with their rants of righteousness deep into the places where they can become perfect. Hiding behind a word of Scripture. Ducking beneath and raising up the things that portray their, “good”. They wear their masks. What is beautiful to them is the need to see themselves as everything that they personally hate about themselves. False realities. A God that is … Continue reading So Godly, I Am

Bring It To The Storehouse

Watch out for the polished preacher The one with the salesman smile He is keen and knows Scripture and will make it worth while to get you inside his palace He’ll promise to shepherd you in truth But he will add to his scrupulous teaching a common and accepted spoof not found anywhere in the Bible One crafted by men and their pride A denominational … Continue reading Bring It To The Storehouse

Decadence

God knows the heart of all, unlike the men who look down from the platform and quickly judge them.   Not many should be leaders in the churches of the day, for not many speak the truth… Do you watch what they say? They place themselves higher with their knowledge and wins, while never acknowledging that we all have our sins.   Why should we … Continue reading Decadence

Nothing Left

The boy of the past who lived in a home where comforts were seldom and while left alone he’d cry for his mother who stayed out all night after her shift she’d head for the light of houses tucked away in the cities and towns to smoke up her poison and then run around a little bit longer to hit up the bars laughing and … Continue reading Nothing Left

Sunday Service

A woman asked if I would help her with a tire that had lost its air She didn’t know how to inflate it So I showed her and eased her despair She paid me quite generously I was reluctant to take the money from her She thanked me and insisted that a reward was what I deserved     I sat with her and conversed … Continue reading Sunday Service

He Sat Alone

I couldn’t drag the man away… from himself. From himself — long enough for him to take a look. To take a look… to peer into the man that others see. The arrogant, self-centered and proud man. The man surrounded by trophies and awards. The man of importance. He wouldn’t step aside. He wouldn’t come over to the table where my friend and I were … Continue reading He Sat Alone

Soapbox Sabotage

Why do His children fool themselves by believing the obvious lies? Pulling wool over their own faces; blinding prideful eyes. Point to Scripture — and if they don’t like — they talk and talk some more. They talk around the sin at hand, while tiptoeing for the door. If in error, or if doctrine corrected, the proud man makes excuse. If you back it up … Continue reading Soapbox Sabotage

Is That Right?

Misinterpreted words can make or break the man. They can plant their feet on solid ground, or disturb the places where they stand.   Do we spend more time communicating, or analyzing limited text? Do we know what our neighbor is trying to say if we don’t hear what is next?   We assume based on the limited and things get in the way, like … Continue reading Is That Right?

Setting

The autumn evening sun reminds me of then; The days of the past — I remember when. My life was much different and the moments were bleak. The consequence was not a lesson and inner-voice did not speak. Sequestered spaces in shade with those of my kind. We’d wait for the darkness to alter the mind. Praising and passing our pleasure around. Burying our sorrow … Continue reading Setting

Choose This Day…

The time is now to accept what is true but to not stay there if it is harming you Time is not promised and the days are only so long Take the time within this day to recognize what is wrong How to know what is right is evaluating what is real the things that are your true essence are not the emotions that you … Continue reading Choose This Day…

Take A Look

So many opinions, so little time, to see the individuality– what is yours, what is mine. Streamline the masses– tell them they’re wrong when the speak a different language or sing a different song. Opinions are not optional to the one who’s talking down in a condescending manner to the one who stands their ground. The proud man walks ahead and waits for the next … Continue reading Take A Look

A Table For One

Some of God’s children are condemning those who fail– gloating and showing off, as they boastfully prevail. “Look at how their faith is of little use, as they welcome their underlying issues and the mask them with abuse! They are so dumb–can you believe what they do? They need to read their Bibles, and be like me and you! Just look at us; we are … Continue reading A Table For One

Break Fast

We wake at dawn to find what we did not know last night Welcoming what is to come as we witness changing light The mind is slowly waking taking in the many ways Those things that will become the memories are now forming in our haze A cup of stimulant to wake us The brewing smell of bean A lovely mug of the idol we … Continue reading Break Fast

Downtrodden

Some people remain bitter They cannot move past the pains The wounds drag the person down each day as the suffering remains Something to numb that discomfort Each day they find a way Maybe a needle full of poison Or a hateful word to say Perhaps a shaking fist at God for allowing such things to exist Such a powerful God should be able to … Continue reading Downtrodden

In Ruin

At war with myself again The win before the fall Another time I had gained before I lost it all   The battle had just begun when I received the first blow While fighting for my life and feeling incredibly low the enemy was defeated and I rejoiced within the win but the snake soon returned and the battle began again   It never seems … Continue reading In Ruin

In The Face Of Fear

Why do some heal while others never learn? Why do some desire change while others ignore concern? Is it a lack of confidence or a comfort they enjoy? Do they happily welcome the sadness that will ultimately destroy? How long must one go on before change becomes a need? Is fear the underlying issue that takes a willing lead? Do they say, “Go ahead… I’m … Continue reading In The Face Of Fear

Silent Waves

The valuable time of peace in a moment of time alone is a treasure I have grown to love after all the troubles I’ve sown A time not long ago when torment had its place my world of disarray left scowl upon my face The way I viewed the world would rob the longing for joy The hole inside my heart filled with that which … Continue reading Silent Waves