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Images

Look close at reflections of candlelight,Watch them dance like bumblebees,Hear the fireworks of sparks and pops,Jumping ‘round in flames of glee. Look high upon their crowns,And low as nails drip red,Haunting metaphors in tiny fires,Crackling thorns on feet that bled. Reach in to touch these images,A charcuterie of meat and cheese,Smell the sunflowers of VanContinue reading “Images”

Stroke

Driving along, minding his ownbusiness, he fell through a dark holeand arrived in an unknown alley linedby wooden fences. The dark hole then pickedhim up only to dump him again; this timein a desert of hot, sandy hillswhere his arms were frozen to his sides.Finding his phone, he pushed the “God”button with his nose butContinue reading “Stroke”

Musical Stories

I often travel the catalogueof the music my life has played,A rock ‘n roll – rollercoasterin chapter sequence arrayed. Mother baked pies and cookiesto a poem from the dylan tree,Good vibrations of beach boys singabout time when time was free. Cruising around the drive-in,All my friends are there as wewhisper words of wisdomfrom the beatles’Continue reading “Musical Stories”

Second Coming

Feel dirt and grime in tents of time,Hear prophecies of miracles told,Voices carried where desert winds,Blow breaths of spirits old. Walk miles of ancient sands a‘fire,Burning your eyes right through,Gaze upon the sandy dunes,To reveal his holy truth. Yon’ distant scenes of airy waves,Blooms once were said to come,Our savior plants the fallow land,His winnowingContinue reading “Second Coming”

The Play

Sound waves of thunder roll,‘Fore bolts of lightning flash,Tocar las campanas de Cristo,In gongs of wringing crash. Fill yourself with sights and sounds,Of nature’s propitious display,The fearful wonder of spectacle,Among gauzy clouds of gray. To whom do I owe this honor,But a viator from heaven beyond,The stage play written for me,Then from the sky abscond.

Cup of Coffee

Who knew such a simple thingcould give such lasting pleasure.I do love a cup of coffee, that sweet sensationof bitterness and joy, every warm sip like a sip of life.But the cup – it’s just a cup. Or is it? Ahh, well the cup is so much more thana keeper of a boiled, brown brewContinue reading “Cup of Coffee”

When the War Comes Home

I found out this morning that I am a real prayer warriorwith my well thought out prayers, learnedand parroted from scripture readings,church liturgy, and fed by the Holy Spirit.I throw in something personal from time to timejust to keep it real. I talk to Jesuslike a friend, a respected and loved friend,but just a coupleContinue reading “When the War Comes Home”

My Sports Team

If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be? I would have a soccer team of 8-10 years old girls. They would have red uniforms with pink trim. Their socks would be red with a pink print of a girl, hands raised in victory. Team name, “The Chick Kicks.” My granddaughterContinue reading “My Sports Team”

To Possess Nothing

I search for something I cannot see,Something missing but nearby,Something non-spatial;palpable but atemporal,I am mad to possess it!I hunt for it like a falcon, confident in my flight,Searching with sharp eyes, in swinging swoops,ready to strike.I search with a curious stirringof emptiness; yet I am full – of nothingas my talons grab hold of air,butContinue reading “To Possess Nothing”

Conflict

There are days I feel a fraud,Like a pervious Christian facade,I kneel in prayer to ask relieffrom this mirror image flawed. Evil angels have dominion here,To this world they tightly cling,Their prying claws infect my soul,Beguiling songs they sing. But I hear the words of Jesus,His voice of inspiring grace,I feel His hands wipe myContinue reading “Conflict”