Tuesday, June 23, 2015


No words—just emptiness.
Or too afraid—perhaps—
To admit—this fullness—

My Confession mishaps—

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

As I Am Taken Out

I thought I held together
My microcosmic world—
Thought Peace was all that mattered
To make us each feel Whole—

I held up sprightly flowers
To link them with the bees.
Perhaps I was the Nectar—
That tryst necessity.

But Harken—leaves a rustling—
Wind warns untimely Frost—
Will these bright bees keep buzzing—
Or will my Springtime—lapse—

Sunday, June 14, 2015

"He Cares For You" in the Twenty-First Century

Something is wrong when It proves
a lie. Does Jesus only weep with us,
or does he have tangible efficacy?
We are taught to abandon this
earth, trusting spiritual immortality.
What is the difference between
“God’s in control”, and “Through you
God will act”? We teach asomatous
reality, but my blood is running red.

Saturday, June 13, 2015


I spread a net of people
To catch me when I fall.
I used to plead with Divine—
He silenced desperate calls.

I listen t’close advisers
Who seem to take a care
About what happens to me—
In lieu of Distant Stares.

We argue—God is in this—
And maybe that is so—
But I don’t discern His Presence—
Maybe He’s decided—to go—

Friday, June 12, 2015

Whispers in the Afterlight

Look at the stars—
See how they Shine for you.
Study the waves—
Hear them Crash on your Shore.
Ponder the insect—
Your flying Companion.

You gotta let it go—
—But not This—
You hold Tight to my World.