IN Bursts
5-16-14
Dirt stole His blood
sin took His breath away
yet His last words
told us all
It Is Done!
His tears dried
as He rose for me
rose IN me
lifting my life
with His!
You may scatter these bones
turn my being into dust
but my soul follows Him
bursts into wings
with only one path
heading straight
to Him!
TIDE
5-12-14
an ocean of tears swelled from his eyes
blinded
by a fire filled sunrise
the salt poured down rising peaks
burning
rivers into his cheeks
a tide of emotions erupted and crashed
scalding
his fevered hope dashed
a briny grit scraped his skin raw
blistering
the world below he saw
drying into a puddle of hate
sizzling
at the base of a golden gate
Still
4-18-14
she stood completely still
hands over her heart
as it stopped beating
she gasped for air
became a mirror
reflecting her world
full of thunder
winds wailing
yet time stood still
ending with her tears
streaming a river
into sobs
as he gasped
his heart stopped
and he was completely still
and time began
Teach Them Well
4-17-14
Teach Them Well
4-17-14
the horror He endured
was planned far ahead
by His Father who sent Him
to die for us and said
You are my only Son
full of grace from within
You already love like I do
now go save them from their sin
it will be very painful
but only humanly so
it will last for a few days
in human time far below
but it will be so very shocking
such an amazing thing to do
they will speak of it forever
for Your love will make them new
they will weep and cry out
knowing its so very wrong
it will teach them clearly and well
that they too can belong
through faith and righteousness
they can fill their world with love
and with kindness and forgiveness
that like You… they will rise above
He’s With Me
4-8-14
He’s with me
through the hopeless years
the pitying tears
the stupid fears
He’s with me
when I know He doesn’t care
when I don’t feel Him there
when all I have
is an empty stare
He’s with me
when I choose the wrong door
when I step off the wrong floor
when I think
I need more
He’s with me
under that nine foot wall
under that last straw
under that deathly pall
He’s
with
me
HE DID
4-2-14
He says, “Come to me as a child.”
Innocent, open in wonder.
He says, “I am the light.”
Bright, leading the way.
He says, “Forgive.”
For your self to live.
He says, “Just love.”
Simply, everyone.
He says, “I Am.”
Just like His Father.
He says, “Behold.”
To see the truth.
He says, “I Am the way.”
And was with every step.
He says, “I will die for you.”
And He did.
What part of that don’t you get?
Denny Creek
What the…
4-1-14
The wind chilled my skin
as the hairs raised alert
and goose bumps rose
below like sourdough.
The only sound footsteps
snapping a dried branch
fallen since last winter
as my heartbeat pounded
in rhythm to the deep
throated growl just
three feet away.
Frantically my eyes
searched the overturned
base of a huge fallen tree.
Dirt and grey roots surrounded
the only hole I saw
but the blood racing
through my veins
forced my feet to match
the pace of my heartbeat.
Warrior
4-1-14
her howl draws him out
his little green eyes
peering into the darkness
his nose twitching
with interest
but his hair stands tall
as his back rises up
he thinks he’s a lion
who will be king
yet the fur will fly
either way
his loins throb
at her wanton ways
but he knows
it’s a fight
worth fighting
Never Far
3-30-14
friends
like time
slip away
become a whisper
a gentle touch
in our thoughts
as the essence
of jasmine
swirls in
my mind
on a breeze
made of laughter
I remember
her
beyond
her time
A Gentle Nieve
3-26-14
“oh what a tangled web we weave
when at first we practice to deceive,”
words of wisdom I didn’t write
still these words you can truly believe
like the words I write will spare you not
for I rarely give a moments reprieve
from the insightful beliefs I share
my only goal I strive to achieve
is shocking you with a faithful mind
I never ever aim to try to relieve
I desire to wake your sleeping hope
leading some doubters to often grieve
but much like the horror and screams
remind you of a swastika on a sleeve
or the death of a single Son shows you
if you love deeply darkness will leave
I want you to search your soul instead
my only aim the light you shall receive
sparing you from an unnecessary death
as a child who continues to disbelieve
No Longer
3-26-14
the wind was bold and arrogantly free
higher now gushing above the lull
the trees suddenly obsessed with the wind
aching with desire to bend and wave
the sound of a single tear the last echo
while the stillness roared as it was held back
a rage ready to storm still unaware
that time had stopped weeping
its hands dry and empty of opinion
the thrill of rushing with fury over now
its lust now a pride filled fuss
craving to turn around and start over
begging for one last moment
but wonder and marvel were gone
their calm no longer stirred by zeal
as miracles hugged their final goodbyes
DONE
3-26-14
he hungered for what will never be
an uproar only he could hear
his ardor quiet as a soft snow
a phenomenon known as done
his temper now chilled by tears
a wrath of thirst hurting bone
a fever rising with a hopeless urge
a canyon of hollowness turned hard
he remembered the insolence
the appetite for ego and greed
as he walked away sobbing inside
the emptiness filled quickly
much like hate does
Blinded by the Light
3-10-14
as the Son rose
lightning flashed
and darkness
curled in thunder
and after three
days of weeping
the Son rose
again
lighting the world
so brightly
they were all
blinded
and still are
to this day
TRUTH
3-19-14
after the bunny’s
melt
and the eggs
crack
where do you hunt
for truth
is it inside
a basket
behind a tree
sheltered in a meadow
of grasses
no…
its in the spring
of tulips
and the glory
of a dawn
after a single
man
gave his life
for yours
enjoy that moment
of bittersweet
love
for it was covered
in blood
not chocolate
After the Fall
3-10-14
relief
like a leaf
tumbling
over and over
its journey over
piled in grief
becomes belief
warming new life
the pain of rain
slicing into splatter
one last time
but a single fall
giving its all
in a river below
a nourishing flow
a broken branch
becoming fodder
for an otter
to make a home
not rotting alone
a sheltering zone
all
a fall
becoming more
than before
after
what we call
death
No Matter The Darkness
2-27-14
Boring people to tears on a Sunday
I never really wanted to be a preacher
I’d rather be a happy camper example
much like a bubbly first grade teacher.
Filled with love and great joy each day
passing along my happiness and cheer
bouncing around the room like colors
of a rainbow splashed across a mirror.
When I write the truth I smile inside
filled with a sweet holiness to bursting
trying to pass on to those missing out
who plainly to me I see are thirsting.
But this wall they place firmly around
not only blocks out my flowing love
but they don’t see how it isolates them
in a bubble of loneliness also from above.
They don’t need any silly beliefs or faith
they continue to say they’re fine this way
they’ve got money, a nice house and car
a good job, a family and their friends all say,
they’re a nice person just leave them alone
they passed on their useless fortune instead
giving the only thing they thought worthy
then died and were buried with few tears shed.
They passed on nothing of real true value
they left behind an empty cold shell
not realizing their selfishness and determination
would lead them in the end to a cold dead hell.
Sadly they never know that this is not all
they will end at this moment in rotting bugs
when instead they could’ve made one last climb
to spend eternity filled with love and hugs.
They were so sure that this was all there was
just this short 100 years of painful existence
having no idea it was just a short test
to prove they were worthy of God’s Presence.
So each day I continue to shine my light
no matter the darkness I run into each day
my rainbow colors sparkling across the sky
I reach out reflecting in a warm array.
Hoping to teach and reach just one person
my quota low in 5 billion souls unconscious
knowing if I shine bright enough I might save them
from their final death, already paid for by Jesus.
BEACHING
2-23-14
holding me again, He’s still there
lifting me up, easing my pain
at moments like this
emptiness threatens
a hollow black tear escapes
a song rings true, I lift my eyes
and see, only You
reminding me
I’m an ocean, beaching
rushing in to me
spread so very wide
curling wispy thin
across the jagged rocks
I feel the cold, yet float away
rising on a wave, of peace
crashing now and again
while seagulls cry for me
“see me”, “hear me”
I smile at You
swaying above me
TELLS
2-20-14
veins running across bone
pores now a map of life
hardened calluses roughly
show an author’s strife
rolling folds over knuckles
gripping time in cells
bitten brittle dry nails
a writer’s simple tells
On and on and on…
2-20-14
life just goes on and on and on
some days happy others long
wind is blowing like nature’s pissed
hiking not possible terribly missed
rain pounding off an on always
making winter bleak cold days
talking with friends far and near
some bringing me down I fear
others hold me up to see
life just goes on and on to be
one long hard road of ache
trudging along I need to take
time to smell the roses out there
if they were blooming it’d be rare
my path rarely sees them at all
still I hear their budding call
HIS WORD
2-20-14
the Lord said to never take His name in vain
adapting His Word so it fits your gain
when it means never say, He told me ‘this’
changing His words, some obviously miss
but I hear ‘Christians’ say this a lot
when it’s painfully clear… He did not
I worry for their souls, using Him thus
spouting, judging and full of puss
corrupting His Word in a sick evil way
knowing soon they will painfully pay
for maligning His Word with their own
shaping it, abusing it, He won’t condone
for with His Word He spoke us into being
created the universe we were seeing
with just a whisper of graceful thought
He gave us life and then He taught
that in His Word we’d find all we need
His Love, His Hope to grow as a weed
His Word to teach us only His Way
Never ours, so be careful what you say
Happy Birthday Son
2-14-14
You’re out every day this week
tearing up fresh white powder
It pales in comparison to your life
I’ve never been prouder
Strong, determined, full of love
a man after my own heart
Generous, smart, and damn ornery
some days you’re just a fart
But perfect to me in every way
making my life complete joy
From the first time you said
“I love you, Mom”, as a little boy
You’ll never know the happiness
I felt “30” years ago
The blessing God gave me was the
greatest love I’ll ever know!
mmm
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