Distill

Distill Is there a place in the garden Where I can walk with God Is there a place where He tends Where the weeds and overgrowth Do not choke out the life Or is this survival of the fittest Simply the way it’s to be? – Because the weeds and the overgrowth are life They…

Perspective

Perspective For so long I’ve thought truth Is what is right, not what is wrong I’m beginning to discover there are many, many levels Your truth is often what you see What you only want to see Yet real truth goes much further beyond that Much deeper than that Much further out and about An…

The Point

The Point I don’t want to read anymore I don’t want to think I don’t want to be told what to do Where to go, what to say, what to drink – I don’t want to pray like you anymore God already knows what I need I don’t want to hear anymore The difference between…

Pressing

Pressing I need to write — I’m not sure why All I want is to touch the sky Yet all I do is squirm through the earth I don’t want to hear all the caterpillar metaphors I see what happens to the earthworms Food for birds Drying out in the hot sun Dying on the…

Floral

Floral This photo reminds me of God He brings color to the gray Life to the death Never in a domineering way But rather in the form of a flower You can marvel You can ignore You can crush You can explore   You can sing   All these options  Where freedom rings Are proof…

Microscopic (Infinitesimal)

  Microscopic Most of the time it’s easier to do the “wrong” thing It seems like holiness, perfection Are just much too high I can’t reach it I can’t jump anymore The pains in my feet go screaming galore So I just simply sit down and stare Then my head goes down I look toward…

Daffodil

Last year around this time I was cranking out some serious poetry. This year it seems I just stare at the screen. That can be quite frustrating. So forgive me if today’s post seems labored, because it somewhat was. However, as is usual, once I get started it seems some goodness always comes from it….

The Hope

The Hope Poetry shouldn’t be forced I’m not sure anything good comes from coercion I’m so impeded, the words won’t come They are there in my mind, in my soul Yet there is this dark blockade Anger, fatigue, self-doubt, irritation, impatience These are the bricks in the wall   I so often wait around for…

Outside

Outside Im glad to hear children playing outside Their laughter permeating all walls and barriers Breaking through the barricades Tearing down the bleak tirades Of shortening days and greater distances Greater distances that must be spanned With great tenacity, greater veracity All contained within the sounds of children laughing   I place my head on…

Reclining

Reclining I could sit here in this chair all day Pondering the mysteries and wonders before me And when the day is over and done I am deeper into the struggle than ever before Knowing less but feeling more Closer to You than ever before Closer to me I can watch the sweeps dance across…

Sensing

Sensing I have sensed the poetic Yet I have yet to engage it That delight seems to flit around in great whimsy and flight When I try to approach it with determination and might It surely just whisps away Or possibly I might squash it like an annoying ant Under the padding of my thumb…

Alight

Alight I’m ready to float right out of this universe Alight onto another Far more distant than this one Yet closer than the breath of my lungs I breathe the same air as the warlords, the bright ones That spread love and peace and happiness and battle The ones that make their swords all rattle…