Come with me friend, I’ll motion and sign. I’ll walk slow and if you need to stop I’ll take the time.
The moon looks like your gaze blazing light through the dark veil of night but I know it's just an illusion. I see the moon but I can't see you. You must be gazing brighter in a night darker tearing the veil cause I don't know another way. I can't see your light, but no… Continue reading Night sky speech
between 16 and the day after tomorrow it's a disorienting fog a miry bog to get bogged down in numbers of years years that go by fast days that go by slow slow as the answer that hasn't yet come to my prayer prayer pray for days and days and years and then you're 45… Continue reading 45 is a number
He struts, raises his decorated neck making himself a little taller, and trumpets his proud shout. And before he’s crowed not three times - just once- I’ve already denied What I once announced with pride. The dawn of my failing faith belongs to the birds. They raise a mocking chorus. Whistles and tweets, chirps and… Continue reading Every Morning
Jesus, You are the most handsome of the sons of men because you speak grace and truth not flattery. You're not cruel. Might and splendor and majesty are in the way you walk. Bending at the knee down to my dirty feet where you wash me clean. You don't ride out using your power to… Continue reading A Response to Psalm 45
If wrinkled Boomers with diabetes and heart disease amputations and hemiparesis are random collisions of worn out atoms draining our society of valuable resources... If the cost of rehabilitating the Grey Tsunami, aphasic from stroke, requiring a hoyer lift to move their paralyzed frames from bed to a rolling shower chair so nurses’ aides can… Continue reading An argument for the costly care of the least of these
How long? How many more days do I have to cry bitterly asking you how long? My heart is sick my hope is deferred my heart hopes for what I can't conjure. How long must I try to find a quiet place to get away from the constant strain of this yoke pulling me one… Continue reading My Psalm
Another dusk another day of errands and planning, dishes and laundry, texts from you to pick you up- tutoring was over. But class is still in session. The teacher is trying to answer your questions. You can’t see him, but you believe, you think. You doubt. You have questions. But it’s another dusk and the… Continue reading For a doubting son
You deserve my white-hot affection even when I'm numb. I believe, Help my unbelief!
“Help my unbelief!” Is what I pray most often. Because I don’t see you, I can’t feel you, and I seem to be the recipient of decreased sensation to your work. Chris was onto something, because I can’t smell the color nine either. There is this whiff, this glimpse I get like when a… Continue reading Numb
You are not a well-oiled machine. You're a body with heart disease weak in the limbs and dim in the eyes. You're forgetful, and yet time and time again you look to the One who loves you with his life. You lift your head, revive your heart, strengthen your limp arms and take another step… Continue reading Church
