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

Hardened hearts, bitter souls and broken minds, I believe, describes a large portion of lives. If you count yourself among those who have forgiven, moved on or reconciled, you have found the power and glory of God above all strength of men to counter evil this side of heaven. So live peacefully among enemies, guard your hearts and minds from corruption and seek reconciliation where possible. Where evil resides hand it over to God, be still and watch His mighty wind bring righteous change.


I feel a need to speak to what is happening in America’s election. It is shocking, but not, it is unbelievable, but it is not, it is extraordinary, but it is not, it is the end, but it is not if righteousness prevails.

There has been gnashing of teeth, behind the scenes, not of politicians, but of the American citizenry who have watched freedoms erode for law-abiding citizens. Riots in the street of those who have been victims of government rule, not pulling for themselves and speaking out for their neighborhoods. They have sat in squalor, watched squalor take over, and find themselves deeper in the hole. People have flocked to the suburbs, from the cities, because of crime and poverty.

I am not a student of history as much as I love history. I cannot go deep enough into the time after the freedom of slaves. I do know a few rose above the noise of the day but many more did not. They fought and won often. They fought and lost many more. Today, the power is in a person to become a citizen, obey the law, live in peace, find hope, seek love, find forgiveness, and somehow our society has failed to see progress. Today is the most divided we have been since Lincoln’s days.

I tried to find words of wisdom from Lincoln. I read Gene Griessman’s book The Words Lincoln Lived By, and wonder why there is not a class on Lincoln in schools. He is a man of honor and wisdom all Americans can live by. It is a shame we have squandered a man’s determination to make men free to have them slaves to themselves.

Posted in Art, Poetry

freedom boxed in

I confess I am confused.
Boxed in between white space.

I am simple. To simply love a way of life.
I do not believe love is dying
politics killing freedom to embrace faith, family, neighbor, country
our ability to speak against the powerful.
Love wrangled by fear and fear rising.

Freedom is vital.
Responsibility to know truth keeps us safe.
Love, my last sword in this battle.

Men are driven by two principal impulses, either by love or by fear.

– Niccolò Machiavelli: The Discourses

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It must be hell

Corruption corrupts the corrupt.

Such thoughts can run through minds in a Presidential election when the cycle of news depicts cartoon characters playing games with their nemesis. Liars, cheats, scoundrels, fake smiles, lewd comments, criminal acts made legal as they skim the surface of the law and beat scandal after scandal with a trail of dead bodies and a bank account the size of Mt Fuji. I think most can relate certain descriptions to the appropriate party. Unfortunately, the voters are lock step, forced to vote or be ruled. Except, voters are ruled by emotions, hopes, needs and likewise discernment is crucial. Most will vote the best of the worst.

I wish for a magical wand to whisk away the nightmare, aka “I Dream of Jeanie”. (Hah, heard that joke one too many times.) What brought a nation down to the gutter? One candidate steps on the other trying to ring the bell at the top of the heap. Politics is a wrestling and boxing game. No one can be pinned down but one good sucker punch and we will have a winner.

I am praying someone rises from our nation’s ash heap and brings mental stability back to our hearts and collective minds. Can anybody understand America and how far it has fallen?

The American experiment, as all nations, are fraught with errors from the beginning. There are bright morning stars but too often it is the midnight special delivered to the unsuspecting, resting. I do believe intentions are not always foul. There are true spirits and hearts in this world. The quiet ones tucked in corners, the meek over thrown by bullies.

Certain individuals can rule with humble piety and then all mankind benefits. Where is Martin Luther now? Or Abraham Lincoln? No such men or women have existed in America since their time. And those who do exist capable are quieted by millions of dollars, beaten over the head with the bag of loot.

“Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.”

“May the force be with you.”  Yoda’s advice this election.

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Word on the street

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

I am late to write today. My morning routine was broken up by overnight guests stumbling down the steps trapping me into watching the Amazon Prime miniseries “Bosch”. I headed out the door at noon to catch the Sunday Matinee of “Newsies”, the Tony Award winning play performing at Clowe’s Memorial Hall, Butler University.

Being home again, I could easily blow off posting but I am happy to put on comfy clothes and hammer out a few thoughts. Driving home the car wheels picked up plenty of fodder. There is inspiration in the political atmosphere; the tragedy of the Middle East, the repercussions of becoming a religious zealot and stoking people’s hate for things they do not care to understand.

I am not worried.
I have inward peace
in such times. That solace
which cannot be stolen.

I am aware of the other end of this “peace” bridge where I have hung by a thread, dangling in the dark, with no one paying attention to the silent screams. My enemy feeds off this past leaving me with a gaping vulnerability.

Psalm 148:5 Let them praise the name of the LORD,
For He commanded and they were created.
6 He has also established them forever and ever;
He has made a decree which will not pass away.

My heart is rebuilding. There are days I read God’s Word without breaking down into hysterical weeping. I live through raging waters that cause thoughts of prematurely wanting to say goodbye. This scares me just as much as my neighbor. At least I imagine they care.

My prayer.
Passing days
soften my heart.
Let me breathe
this promised peace.

What future is there? In a lost world that is traveling fast towards abyss, science does not give my heart rest. God tells us in Psalm 148 that His decree will not pass away. I turn to my child-like faith of yesterday, torn from me by a dark world, and graciously being restored bit by bit by a loving God. What harm can His assurance bring me?