Parallel Horizons…

April 26, 2017

There was





You and Me

A want meant to be a want

Not meant to be

“You go this way;

I’ll go that”

Embracing fair well

While back to back

A world of dreams

Enter : continental

Tears as oceans

In consequential

Eyes half full

Of lies half empty

Gazing out over

Parallel horizons

Still close

Enough to

Tempt Me


ZenoIn the absence of
A first stone’s throw…
May I a pilgrim stumbling
Mercy know

Diá mésou
O paradox 

“When His disciples heard it, they were greatly astonished, saying, ‘Who then can be saved?’  But Jesus looked at them and said to them, ‘With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.’

Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? Up to seven times?” Jesus said to him, “I do not say to you, up to seven times, but up to seventy times seven.

For with what judgment you judge, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you.” -Jesus, again.

“For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.” -Yep, also Jesus.

“A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, you also love one another.” -Mhh hmm… same.

“Go, and sin no more.” -this one too

But Jesus looked at them and said to them, ‘With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.’ “


 "Where are we going?"
 All upside-drowned
 Reflecting in rippled silences
Amidst the ebb and 
Flowing sounds
 As if...
 These vacant blue airs
Heaven's very oceans bound
 With/in me.

Upon seeing a friend's picture 
taken from a Seattlian dock.

Thanks to Emily Thomas, for being said friend 
and for taking said picture. :)

I’m remembering

With tears

Your sad stories, now.

How they floated

Like embers

Of cherished childhood-



And that… that pain! I felt

Flowing through your past

Into my wild,

Open heart

Wound fast



To it…



Now, of both our pasts,

A tender part.

Turning sharp

Pain upon pain


Blame against Shame


Closing up

Our wounded hearts



To love



N’one? N’more?

Wisemen may cry

Peace! Peace!


It all feels so much like war.


“For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst and to provide for it. I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.” -P.H. 


“He believed God (who gives life to the dead and calls those things which do not exist as though they did) and contrary to hope, in hope he believed.”


“Peace on Earth, Good Will Toward Men.”

-An Angel of the LORD

old_man_on_roadThe journey is my destination?

And on what map does it reside?

I’ve tried to let it all go, somehow,

But I find a grip not made with hands, inside.

The fingers of my infant soul

They flex and stretch and curl and fold

I feel as if they should be taught

But I know not what…for, as I ought.

And so I drag a little while

A shiny thing a quarter mile

And drop it for what’s caught my eye?

Will these winds I’m riding ever die?

I’m blown about; I’m torn in two;

I cannot keep Heaven in view.

Too many hills they come between

These earth bound eyes and Glory seen.

I’m spinning, I can feel it


Although all I know

I cannot see

Perhaps God wants us dizzy,


I don’t know what He means

By me.

Nice Guys What?

March 3, 2017

Serpents and Doves

For all the Loves



And Doves.

He Captains countless, deadly forays

Into all of our darkest, deepest todays

Throwing in endless retreats to pray

Tomorrow? Aye, that and allways


Repeat our past

Sins to pay,

Settling the sharp sorrow

In a shadow’s cast way

Causing rampant regrets

To grow into titanic debts

The very size of a god’s forgiveness!?

Death- and yet…

It flows from Judgment’s Hands

Holy Love’s frightful

Power- it can


Thanks to God

and His impossible gift!

Risen King Jesus,

In Whom He sees us



Perfectly Fit!