Roots (confession)

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

Christ before Pilate, David Aronson, 1949, Art Institute Chicago
(I think.)  We all like to believe we are the be-all to end-all solution to the adverse we face.  Complex problems are produced by simple acts gone awry.  Well meaning people get tangled in their desires that eventually overtake all soundness of mind.  We become corrupt in thought not out of kindness but selfishness.  I think I stand in such a bubble.

My bubble bumps my neighbor’s bubble and on and on the bubbles bump.  In time the bubbles burst and the earth is covered in a sticky film that does not wash away easily. It takes effort to see clearly.

The reflection that digs into my soul has both a hatchet and a pick.  A hatchet to chop off major faults and a pick to clear the crevices.  What is left of a person who undergoes such surgery?

Many find religion compensates for the faults of man. Those who object I ask, would you die for another? Most likely yes. Would you die for a stranger? Possibly. For evil of others? Probably not.

What drives a person to hang for wrong deeds that are not their own? Was Jesus a narcissist? A delusional lunatic? In the minds of some yes. So those who have faith, the affect of such love, to believe they are forgiven, not forsaken to their own hands, rest easy. You too may be ridiculed, beaten in the market of ideas but steadfastness is a peculiar trait.

“Well, then, I will tell you. Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne, and I myself have founded great empires; but on what did these creations of our genius depend? Upon force. Jesus alone founded His empire upon love, and to this very day millions would die for Him.”
— Napoleon Bonoparte

World leaders such as Bonoparte are frowned upon in the “modern” age. Jesus is too. Or anyone who subscribes to such a philosophy.  So the world waits until every knee surrenders to what? If not Napoleon or Jesus, who?

Look around. Is this world any more peaceful. Do platitudes of “Be happy” make us so? Will we follow anyone who promises peace? Are we really still so gullible?

1 Thessalonians 5:3 “While people are saying, ‘Peace and security,’ destruction will come upon them suddenly, like labor pains on a pregnant woman, and they will not escape.

What of the little wars within ourselves? Are these not battles we should wage? I profess they are worthy! Inner battles given to circumspect.

Those who choose to end their inner battle we fight for their freedom to end life? Why is life not respected? Is pain only fought with the sword? Where are we in their hour of need?

“It is a higher glory still to stay war itself with a word, than to slay men with the sword,” –St Augustine

To be continued…

Food for thought…

The issues at hand are more complicated than understandable and living simple, autonomous lives, in horror we can surmise actions of mobs or enjoy peace in the chaos. In this we lay down our choice to be or not to be alive.

Government is both a curse and a blessing. Why anyone would choose to take a job that breeds gray hair and a longing to only paint and write, well enough said. I just hope all the political bs washes away soon. Never soon enough.


In fear and trembling, destiny’s road perishes.
With courage, horizons come to light.

The ripple effect of anger is devastating, as the tide becomes larger, it reaches more and more people. For matters that harm, I cannot believe healing happens in waves, by mob rule.

Luckily no one can read the road signs in my mind. Or, perhaps you would love me, I am praying for peace.

Charlie has been entertaining me in this squalor. I want nothing of the games played but rather walk the path he takes.

friend or foe?

First, relax! Whatever is personally happening in your life need not become a mushroom cloud.

Sahara Desert, God’s Sandbox, 2010

My daughter, pictured above, spent a college semester in Rhennes, France and traveled as Europeans do. Towards the end of her travels, she skyped to invite me to come to Paris and spend the end of her trip walking the streets, enjoying art museums and sidewalk cafes. I had to decline but was never happier. She found something I may never enjoy.

Listening or reading the news today, I notice an emotional bomb has gone off in the world. America, your marching hate towards each other. The violence in the streets and ugly words in your heart are destroying this country and decent people who work hard for peace and justice. I hope this prayer reverbates around your head…STOP! Nothing speaks louder than love and I pray love wins the day. 

Morning prayer

Church is life. Life is poetry. Life well lived. 

I sit quietly
in the shade of a Pinon Pine.
A lizard comes to visit
sunning on red rock.

I watch eagerly
the cloud’s billowy white
shadowing the verde mountainside.
Then, appears a lone tree
taller than the rest.
A Harris hawk’s look-out
onto a vast horizon
searching for his next meal.
Will it be below his talons
and how far can he see
scurrying hops
of a desert cottontail
minding his own business?

I hear clearly
God tell us someday
He will crumble the mountains
command them to meet our feet.
On that occasion
I imagine the colors
of people’s smiles. The prayers
spiced and sweet.
No longer will the song birds
be the sole jewel of God’s ear.
We will at once be 

Reconciled, His creation complete.

(I am not here, writing, to convince anyone of God. Instead I hope unbelievers thoughts consider the effect God has on others. All principles have good and bad results. It is the behavior of individuals and the final judgment to weigh. What if there is no justice at the end of life? What of those who do not believe or insist Atheists are better than believers? Devisive language is no better.)


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

Graciously plated food for thought
laid upon paper, digested
by those who seek the hidden.

Listen, atop a mountain
a master teaches
to winsomely speak
and raise the downtrodden.
Seek His way
upon each valley
ready to give a reason for your hope.

Who resists feeding from
vulnerable hands
fortified with truth?

An unjustified fist
is wise to search
an open hand
reaching to bring peace.
Courage besets
the wisdom of haughty
blinded by flesh.

Be spirited,
believing love is the greatest.
Love is patient,
kind, understanding
full of peace
to forgive  wrongs.
protects day and night.

Dancing tendrils tied in beautiful bows.






America’s future

Courage does not look at the past to justify a hateful heart today. Vile and ugly thought spoken in the public arena is not conducive to bringing brotherly peace. What is needed? I believe inward introspection focused on changing individual hearts. We all should face the world confidently with a smile, being brave not in vengeance but in healing and love. Perhaps we need a Gandhi or Nelson Mandela running for office.

An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind.  — Gandhi

If you want to make peace with your enemy, you have to work with your enemy. Then he becomes your partner.  — Nelson Mandela


For me that means getting on my knees and praying for myself. Praying for those who hate me. Praying for a time of peace, knowing full well that may never be, but I will be satisfied I did my part.



Gravity pushes from each side
battling a bending force,

The power it holds disturbs me.
Confusion bubbles up.
Trapped, once released, pops,
and breath is restored.

Is there a chance
it ceases to exist?
I am in the midst of calm.



There is joy in our tears
when Christ appears.
Jesus calms the waves.

Don’t battle the world
with words hurled.
They are not ready to hear.

Follow me
to Calvary.
Carry your cross for them.

There is joy in our tears
when Christ appears.
All is well again.

The storm in your heart
will depart.
Strength will rise today.

Follow me
to Calvary.
Carry your cross for them.©