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Candy Cane Lane

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.


Daughter is lead chair in high school,  warming the group for December 8, 2016 concert.



Ring the bells
light the tree
sing a song of JOY.
The dark is nigh
the lighted sky
a way to lead the day.

Candy Cane Lane, Milwaukee WI

The Spirit of Christmas is for the young at heart. Driving the streets of Milwaukee, WI, Friday evening, a joyful spirit delivered warmth to a rather dark and cold winter evening. On Oklahoma Avenue, between 92nd and 96th Street is “Candy Cane Lane”. Houses are decorated to the hilt with lights and an innate belief in the spirit of Joy.

May your home be blessed in all matters. Your heart at rest in the world.

From our home to yours, Merry Christmas, J


Posted in Poetry

Merry Christmas 

Adorn the tree
spending spree
all in celebration.
For some a day
to get away
work spent in recreation.

Then others rise
to find surprise
presents under the tree.
That man in a suit
brought loot to boot
children fancy-free.

A remaining few
sit in a pew
the faithful pray for peace.
The nations race
against the clock
humanity’s wars to cease.

We gather round
Christmas profound
a lot to ponder this day.
Join our hands
let us make a stand
faith, hope and love to stay.

Posted in Poetry, quotes, Sermons

Power of dark and light

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.

There lay Baby Jesus
sweet and sound he slept.
He knows the way before him
as sure as the Magi’s quest.

Come, Oh! come the people sing.
The bells on high, the angels ring.

There lay Baby Jesus
goodwill, a life of peace.
Came to heal and care for
the poor who beg the streets.

Come, Oh! come the people sing.
The bells on high, the angels ring.

Dark overcomes light while light battles back. These two powers are equally strong. Faithful believers wait for a day when the final battle is fought, conquering evil  forever. Meanwhile, humanity wanders, seeking wisdom, knowledge and spiritual guidance. Where is this goodwill for all men? Where is this peace Jesus came to bring?

The Star of the East shone brightly, a message of hope.  The Three Kings of the Orient, men of wisdom, had heard the stories of his arrival. These Magi’s of Iran, Balthasar, Melchior, Caspar, came to bring gifts for baby Jesus. They sought a religious experience, seeking wisdom higher than earthly thoughts. Meanwhile, King Herod, disturbed by the thought of baby Jesus, declared all baby boys be killed.

 Matthew 2:1 – “After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem.”

Matthew 2:7 – Then Herod called the Magi secretly and found out from them the exact time the star had appeared.

Matthew 2:16 – When Herod realized that he had been outwitted by the Magi, he was furious, and he gave orders to kill all the boys in Bethlehem and its vicinity who were two years old and under, in accordance with the time he had learned from the Magi.

The promise of Christmas has not failed. God has not abandoned us. Our peaceful pursuit of goodwill is a gift from God; a conscience seeking spiritual guidance. I do not refuse earthly men’s wisdom, it is rather I choose to follow the Son of God who promises healing and peace for all who traverse afar, searching for the light. Hope is my fortitude.

“Always winter and never Christmas; think of that!”
“How awful!” said Lucy.

–C.S. Lewis “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe” (1950)

Merry Christmas,
Goodwill and peace to all, J

Posted in Opinion, Poetry

seeking and finding

It is wonderful some of us are happy.
The rest live in pain.

What we fail to realize, in order to feel well,
are the tragedies that continue in the name of peace.

What we hold onto, despite the horrors,
behaviors ingrained and never changed.

What if we found beauty in all things
even those we retreat from in shock?

There is no condemnation in circumstances. If we step back and criticize ourselves, learn something about our humanness, we would recognize, no matter our beliefs, we fail to measure up in love. Love of all. An opportunity exists to stop and pause, consider what it means to be alive. A moment to realize, it is us that needs to heal.

Those who walk in a path of wisdom,
Those who face themselves in the mirror,
Those who are willing to consider they are wrong,
They are the ones who win.

The story of the woman at the well is an inspirational tale. Everyone turned away from her ugliness and Jesus turned towards her with great compassion. He listened. Love wins hearts and hope spurns us on. How many people are lost in this world? Who will we choose to listen and hear? We are meant to share the good and the bad. We must never turn away in fear.

We often walk through darkness to realize what is light. The beauty of life is disguised. The moon shines, but what does it hide? The wow moments catch our breath. Blessings, time to refresh so we can face the absurdity. For me they are mountains and oceans and feeling the sun on my face. The dark moments highlight human compassion, show us people are real.

“Some stories have to be written because no one would believe the absurdity of it all.”

“Insanity is everyone expecting you not to fall apart when you find out everything you believed in was a lie.”
“The most introspective of souls are often those that have been hurt the most.”
–Sharon L. Adler
Then, after three days they found Jesus in the temple, sitting in the midst of the teachers, both listening to them and asking them questions. Luke 2:46
We all are afraid of something. Be well, J


Posted in Poetry

walk along to Calvary

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.

The beginning of all life exists in spirit. Science seeks to comprehend what lies beyond our sight. Slowly coming into view, sit in awe at all you think and feel and believe. Faith, the strongest battle before us, prevails. 

I know,
what does she know?
her garden hedged with jubilee,
deny the rooster’s crow times three

an eagle’s wing towering
the red seas parting
see, HE hangs shunned
heart beating
nailed upon a cross
forgiving arms imprisoned
arrow quivering into HIS side

walk forward
along tHIS deadly path
alive in grace, hidden
within the womb of an olive tree.

John 19:33 But when they came to Jesus and saw that He was already dead, they did not break His legs. 34Instead, one of the soldiers pierced His side with a spear, and immediately blood and water flowed out.

Crucifixion foretold, standing on Calvary, mounting days of onyx unfold. A man born in the night, illuminating hearts. History stretching before His virgin birth, an angelic conception of Mary…  

And so Advent season begins.