Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

Abandoned Voices

Abandoned Voices #2
I can’t keep the magic
happening
while the sky peels
back the gray.
Instead, I make an appointment
to speak to Dr. Such
and so the moment
melts away.

Same scene. Second glance. A vision that keeps turning my head. To walk the valley is difficult. To rise above circumstances, a feat.

The answers to life are buried deep inside each of us. It is the voices we tend to hear that promise love or hope or gifts that steer us off course. We tremble at conflict and derision and loss.

What magic do you hold inside that keeps you moving toward a goal? And when do you become an enemy to prized dreams and visions? What setbacks or traps have you allowed to sabotage your destination?

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

W.B. Yeats

Posted in Memoir, Music Video, Poetry, Sermons, Soul Journal

belief in unbelief

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

His image rests in mid air
long flowing, sky robe,
wispy as my hair.
I retreat, tear back in fear,
embracing shame.
He knows me as no other,
this game i play.   (Christmas 1990)

Who is this man
that I draw His attention?
Me, alone, prominent.
A snarled olive tree in a
pitch-dark moonless night.
He calls me by name,
I am His and He is mine. (Summer 2014)

The Fray You Found Me 

My intention is never to coerce.
How would that make my evidence
any more powerful than yours?
Instead, I say “if” because
if you had the experiences I have
there would be no doubt,
your belief in unbelief.

 

 

 

 

Posted in Poetry, Sermons

Be my witness

Sunday morning poetry. Church: words spoken to me, shared lovingly with you. My second chance to shape faith every Sunday for a year.

The lady in the back pew
utters a prayer
God send Your Holy Spirit.
Flames
engulf the temptations and trials.
Worshipers stronger.
Some run and fan the flames,
ear-piercing agony.
The city’s fountain no relief.
Burning uncontrollably
the pagan cannot extinguish sin.
Those touched by God wander
day and night.
Souls borne of the testing fire.

And I will put this third into the fire, and refine them as one refines silver, and test them as gold is tested. They will call upon my name, and I will answer them. I will say, ‘They are my people’; and they will say, ‘The Lord is my God.’” Zechariah 13:9

So that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. 1 Peter 1:7

The impurities that exist within us are numerous. Even those who have been washed clean by baptism, still struggle with the evil that exists in this world. We are not immune to temptations. Daily living brings weary thoughts and feelings that can be countered with the Word of God, encouragement from fellow believers and the refinement of God’s jealous love for us that burns intensely day and night.

Just as loving parents will care for a child who needs discipline, direction and divine love, our Heavenly Father cares deeply for each of us. When we are put through trials and come out stronger on the other side, we can proclaim, “The JOY of the LORD is my strength” and “I count it all JOY, the trials and temptations show the majesty and glory of the LORD!”
And may the peace that passes all understanding guard your hearts and minds forever.

Posted in Photography, Sermons

Crossing Bridges

the bridge we all must cross!

I had a dream. I was preaching in an inner-city church about where I had been, where I am now and where the Lord is leading. I carry this vivid dream in my heart.

God’s people walk dangerous roads looking to bring restoration and peace.
On the bridge we cross!