Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Dark III

"The Lord said he would dwell in the dark cloud"
-I Kings 8:12


In the darkness
 In the spin
 In the bewilderment of Which-Way-Is-Up

We are helped 
We are husbanded
 We are harnessed into Him 

When all we feel is madness
 Method holds us 
In higher ways
 In higher thoughts ...

In the dark cloud 
We are tethered to Light 
and Light Himself
 will lead us 


Monday, November 12, 2018

A Christmas Story


Men decided
They could improve
 upon The Manger

 A chandelier here
Some red carpet there
 Custom carved pews and podiums...

 Layer upon layer replaced "Line upon line..."
 Though more is just more
They persisted
Reducing posterity and Providence
Into princess and the pea
The essence buried 
Under stacks of superfluous nonsense 

And once again
In tragic irony 
The Sovereign Ruler 
Finds no room at the inn

Deity displaced
Emmanuel eclipsed
 A baby's cry 
Barely heard
On a Bethlehem night...


"For unto us a child is born,
Unto us a son is given..."
-Isaiah 9:6

Monday, October 15, 2018

Rare bird...


Seven years ago
A friend saw these wings
On the bark of a seven times seven
Year old tree...

Seven years later
Their re-emerging 
Graced me with the harbinger blessing
Of fleeting things, 
Of encounters with the Elusive,
Prized precisely because 
of their ephemeral nature
Treasured for their rarity...

Whether once in a lifetime
Or once every seven years,
How Precious are the wings we are given,
In whatever form they come...


"He who holds to himself a joy
Doth the winged life destroy,
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise."
-William Blake

Wednesday, October 10, 2018



Lovely Echoes
Of Long Gone Lovely Seasons
Bitter Sweet Beauty
Gilding amber branches
And prophetic falling leaves

Linger golden with last light
The aurous encore
Before their flight


"To everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven."
Ecclesiastes 3:1

Thursday, July 26, 2018



The Tristan Chord of our lives
In tremulous tension

 Longing for resolution,



"For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come."
-Habakkuk 2:3

Thursday, June 28, 2018



Religion is the ultimate counterfeit of God

 Seemingly innocuous
Sometimes attractive
But always a Trap

Selling the tasty treat of Belonging
Which our Souls so crave
Which is meant to be found in God
Not rituals and regulations
It is a sideline
A deadly detour
Derailing us
Distracting us

Well meaning atheists
and waylayed agnostics
were right to reject 
this ersatz nonsense,
In their intelligence they saw it
for what it was
Failing only to compartmentalize
the counterfeit from the Creator

Thus the Baby
Born in the manger
Got thrown out
with the 
Wise men


Counterfeit--made in exact imitation of something valuable or important with the intention to deceive or defraud.

Saturday, June 2, 2018

One Thing


See me
 Scraping and clawing at your word 
Trying desperately to find the metaphor 
Which makes sense 
of my existence...

 My failings,
 My agonizing misses
 My utter lack of character
 My Self 

It is here
 In the middle of this crazed kerfuffle
And not in some pious white washed prayer time
You meet me
You gently take my chin
You reel my gaze back in to meet Yours
And to look

For You


"One thing is needed..."
Luke 42:10, 12

Monday, May 21, 2018

Prisoner's Paradox


We write
Like Paul
Out of our own imprisonment
In the end
Is what makes others


"The spirit of the Lord is upon me...to proclaim freedom to the captives."
-Luke 4:18

Sunday, May 20, 2018



I am the woman at the well
I am Mary
 I am the one caught red-handed, 
The Pharisee in me poised with stones,
Saved by Grace alone 
By The God Who Sees
 And loves anyway


"I have loved you with an everlasting love."
-Jeremiah 31:3

Saturday, May 19, 2018



We all play our cards
As best we can
All we're made up of,
For better and worse,
Informing each move

We sometimes play cards we desperately wish we hadn't
We despair at the cards
We did not play instead
Our hindsight a merciless taskmaster
Keeping us fettered to the futility of regret

It is not a new hand we need
 or even a new game,
But faith in The Dealer Who still holds an ace up His sleeve 
Faith in the fact,
 that when all is said and done,
 It is His hand which will play out,
His hand, which so tenderly holds us,
which also holds all the cards
And in the end,



"I am the Alpha and the Omega
The beginning and the end,
The first and the last,
I am He."

Revelation 22:13

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Third Day


A pensive stillness
As the crowds
Which had dissipated

... There was movement
They saw it

The body thought dead
Was Alive

What was that?
Another movement
A Breath
They were sure if it

The dead was being raised,
Back to Life

The Breath Giver
Held her in His Arms
Determined in His Purpose...





"I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for peace and not evil, to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
-Jeremiah 29:11

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Wings 101


The wisdom of winged things

Their flight
Their smallness
Their delicate strength

Their Simplicity in the Scheme of Things

No wonder His eye is on the sparrow...

...We would do well to follow His lead...


Matthew 10:29

Jonah's Prayer


Caught between

This pause
This middle
This nothing

Throw me overboard
Off this ship

Swallow me
Swim me
Spit me

Onto the Shore
Of forty second
Second Chances


Hosea 2:15

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Second Day


The crowd had dissipated
With the disciples hopes
Thousands of had-been believers
Up in smoke
The overflowing stadium emptied
The over-rated throngs withdrew
The jig was up
Game Over...

... Thus Began
The eternal three days,
As most Real stories do,
In Ashes

And in the Still Small Voice of the second day,
In that comparative silence,
Destiny had been decided
Despite appearances

For Beauty was brewing
About to bloom and burst forth
Unbeknownst to any
Unwitnessed by any
Save one...

... The Summit of Time
The Sublime Moment
Would not be seen by millions
But by Mary,
A hooker turned fisher of men
(Gotta love God's sense of irony,
Redemption in a nutshell right there)
God would wait
Till the masses had melted away
To whisper His secret to one

No fanfare
No pretense
(Truth needs not these fineries)
But in an atmosphere of
Utter Anticlimax
And the anonymity of the grave,
The stone would roll away....

Just because the crowd is gone,
The lights are turned off,
The door is locked
-tell-tale signs of the second day-
Don't suppose the show is over...

...It may not even have begun.


"My ways are higher than your ways,
My thoughts are higher than your thoughts...
Though the vision tarries, wait for it, it will surely come...
For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for peace and not evil, to prosper you, not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
-Isaiah 55:9, Habakkuk 2:3, Jeremiah 29:11

Lovely wings...


I have flown so far
God's wings have flown farther still
Watching over me...


"I have loved you with an everlasting love"
-Jeremiah 31:3

Tuesday, January 23, 2018



This Becoming is
itself in the end, indeed,
will be, Homecoming


Saturday, January 20, 2018



Again and Again
We are born,
In one life
We live Many

But A Thread holds together
And runs through
The Whole

As fragmented 
And disconnected
As the Pieces may seem,
In the end
We shall see
They fit together,

They have always fit together



"God gave us the gift of life,
It is up to us to give ourselves the gift of Living Well."


Wednesday, January 17, 2018



We are
 white blazes
 He has placed 
on this planet,
throughout the path,
 plotting out the way 
to The Way 

 We are Found for the Lost 
Lights in the window 
We are outposts of the Kingdom of Heaven
 for Travelers
 who feel themselves to be

 so very





"Behold I tell you, the Kingdom of Heaven is within you and among you"
~Luke 17:21

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Sunday, December 31, 2017



It's a sort of reincarnation,
 New Years Eve,
The ritual reset,
A time to rebuild

Having shot our wad
 We penniless paupers 
Come to find our empty pockets
Met by Heaven's Hand
 With the offer 
To Begin Again,


Where our Gideon Hearts faltered
Audacious Grace is given
Where we went left instead of Right
The Way Himself makes a way
Where our bargaining for bad fruit
Betrayed our entire garden
Gethsemane's bloody tears are remembered 
Golgotha is once again brought to bear
Sin, thus silenced,
Is made to stand down, 
And we are rendered 
The chance to stand

This remittance
This rebirth
 This "reincarnation"
Is gifted to us


By Incarnation



"I AM The Resurrection and The Life!"
-John 11:25

Monday, December 25, 2017



Graced by this gander
Welcome winged harbingers
Warming winter hearts


Sunday, December 17, 2017



For now
That is what we have
We are moons
Reflecting The Light 
of Faraway Day
Into fellow travelers' night...
All of us longing
For Home


"Deep darkness will cover the people, but The LORD will rise upon you, His Glory will be seen upon you; The people will come to your light,
and Kings to the brightness of your rising..."

-Isaiah 60:1-3

Tuesday, December 12, 2017



With David
I Rise
From the dead child's side
I put aside pleas for what is past,
Fix my eyes forward,
And Wait 
For Solomon
To be born...


"For there is hope for a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the shoots of it will not cease nor will they fail."
-Job 14:7

Sunday, December 10, 2017



You can close the blinds
Pull the curtains
Seal off every crack and crevice
Disallowing the Light

You can hunker down in this darkness
Insisting "There is no Sun!"
Asserting disbelief in its existence

"How can I," you cry, "believe in a Sun
Which burns
Which causes pain
Which dries up entire deserts
Which hides when warmth is needed most

Whose rising impels me to work
Whose setting allows such Night in my life
When I'm desperate for 
and despairing of the Day?"

You can hold tightly
With the tenacious grip of a toddler
To your defiance of a Deity you don't understand
You can get colder and colder
Wrapped in the blanket of your disbelief
Of your denial
Eschewing any possible Good
Benighted by what you see only as bad


You can risk removal
Of your limited lens
Let your finite perspective
Be peeled away
Accept your smallness in the scheme of Things
Your blindness to The Big Picture

Allow the pain through which you peer
Which has muddied your view
Exposure to Heaven's Orb
Which seems to have wounded you
Which is your only hope for healing

The Sun goes on shining
Whether we believe in it or not
Giving Life
To the most massive of planets
The tiniest of mustard seeds
Indifferent to none
Despite what you thought

His Eye is on the solar system
And the sparrow alike
Nothing goes unnoticed,
Escapes His gaze,
Eludes His Love...

In your most honest moments
The ones no one else sees
When the superfluous is swept away
And all that's left is your most primal knowing
You Do Believe in God

You just don't believe that He is Love
or if you do believe that He is Love
You don't believe He loves You
And the pain of such an errant belief
Is too much to bear
So you choose
The anesthetic of Unbelief

At war within yourself
This belief and unbelief colliding
In which state Peace is an impossibility

Let It Go

Risk the pain
Feel the fear
But allow also for the possibility of Love
Know simply that you do not know
That even, perhaps, you cannot know

Herein lies the key:
You Do Not Have To Know
Only Believe
What you Deep Down Believe

Let in the Light
And all that comes with it
The "Good"
The "Bad"
The Pain
The Healing

Open the blinds
Choose to see
The Sun is shining
Love Is waiting...



"Come, and let us return to the LORD;
For He has torn, but He will heal us;
He has stricken, but He will bind us up...
His going forth is established as the dawn,
He will come to us like healing rain to the earth."

-Hosea 6:1-3

Monday, November 27, 2017



The treasure I hold
In this earthen vessel
With riches to vast to be told...

... And "Once upon a time" you had eyes to see,
And "Once upon a time" I had eyes to see...

But there is One
Who calls to me
As though from a far off dream
His eyes scan the horizon 
Of a world I am a stranger in

The paradox of searching and being searched for
Will one day become finding and being found

... Home Again



Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Esau's Tears


I feel myself to be
among the Damned 
once blessed
now consigned
to live with my choice
my damned
and damning
free will 

But that which is consigned
can it not be bought again?
Put back into the circulation 
of the Living?

How many times did Hosea's hand 
one so far gone 
not even repentant
strange that she was saved 
(may it be said of me 
and may I not cry 
the unanswered tears of Esau 
as he stared at the bottom of his empty bowl
his Birthright 
but a memory)


Sunday, October 15, 2017



When all you have left
To offer
Is Ashes

Offer them to The One
Who parlays ashes
Into Amazing Grace
Who brings the Phoenix
Out of the fire

Who In The Beginning
Set the precedent,
Breathing Deity into Dust,
Blowing Dead Bones
Into a Divine Battalion

Man's equity
Allows only
For Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust

But God Mercifully turns that math on its ear
Exchanging for our prodigal hearts
Every precious thing in His possession,
All of His Household
With All of His Heart

So Go Ahead,
Lay your ashes on the altar
And see Divine Alchemy
alter Everything


"I AM the Resurrection and the Life"
- John 11:25

Saturday, September 30, 2017



The Mystery
Hidden in the hush of Things

Not a Big Bang
But A Still Small Voice
A Let There Be
A Whisper...

If you're quiet
You can hear it

The Secret


"In The Beginning
was The Word"
-Genesis 1:1

Tuesday, September 26, 2017



No choice we make
Can checkmate God
We sometimes check
but never checkmate

We are three year olds playing
With The GrandMaster
Who is Always twenty moves ahead
Who knows The End from The Beginning
Who is the Alpha
And Also
The Omega

The Hands which even death could not hold
Will not be tied by our folly
Our failures do not dictate our future
The Author and Finisher will have
The Final Word,
And in The End
It is not our lapses,
Our laughable loyalty,
Our less than admirable actions,
But Love Himself,
Which will


"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the LORD, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'"
-Jeremiah 29:11

Friday, August 25, 2017

Eden's Eclipse


Astounding how one apple
obscured an entire garden

Like how a little moon,
blocked out an entire sun

Our enemy's tactics remain the same:
He doesn't have to eradicate our Edens,

He simply has to fix our focus 
on one piece of bad fruit.


"Let us lay aside every weight, 
and that which so easily and cleverly entangles us...
fixing our eyes on Jesus, the Author and Finisher of our faith..."
-Hebrews 12: 1, 2

Friday, August 11, 2017

Dark II

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"He made darkness His secret hiding place
His canopy around Him was dark waters,
and thick clouds of the skies."
-Psalm 18:11


We have a God
Who does not wait
For us to grope our way out of the blackness
Toward some state of elusive "Enlightenment"
Before He deigns
to commune with us...

...No, we have a God
Who, from The Beginning,
Got His Hands dirty,
Forming us from dust...
Who, when we bed down in hell
lays down beside us...
Who, descended to The Pit 
And faced down Death
Unwilling to let go of even the Lowest of the Low...

We have a God
Whose Love goes as deep as our deepest darkness
Who is Light
Yet chooses this darkness as a dwelling place
Because He knew that's where we'd be hiding...

Because He knew
That's precisely
Where we'd need
To Find Him


"If I say, 'Surely the darkness shall fall on me'
Even the night shall be light about me;
Indeed, the darkness shall Not hide from You,
But the night shines as the day;
The darkness and the light are both alike to You."
-Psalm 139:11, 12

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

To Matter or Not To Matter.....


The Great Gift
Given Every Human Being

Contrary to what the Talking Heads Du Jour
are doling out,
Peddling from their pie holes these days,
Our lives do not Matter
just because we were pooped out onto the planet;

Mankind has been presented
with the Extraordinary Privilege
of Making our Lives Matter...

...Or Not.

To accept the welfare checks of self-esteem
being written out wholesale,
paid to the order of "Whosoever Will"
from a bank account woefully in the red and desperately overdrawn
Is to abdicate our God Given Freedom
of Earning
and Owning
How we Matter to Mankind,
Is to indulge in unpareleled naivete and ineptitude,
being conned with cubic zirconias
out of the Diamond of our Dignity.
To buy in to vacuous verbiage is to Sell-out,
Is to willfully choose Slavery
to the Fickle and Groundless
And Very Changeable
Dictums of the Day.

In the end, it will be a jury of our peers
Which reviews the resume we leave behind,
Wherein our value to humanity is determined:
Whether or not our lives benefited our fellow-man in any way
Whether our lives made other lives better
Whether our lives
Did indeed

...or Not.


"This day I call the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you, that I have placed before you this day, Life or Death, Blessing or Curses;
Now therefore Choose Life, that you and your descendants may live."
-Deuteronomy 30:19