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

-woah-

Although all I know

I cannot see

Perhaps God wants us dizzy,

hmm?

I don’t know what He means

By me.

Nice Guys What?

March 3, 2017

Serpents and Doves

For all the Loves

Serpents

Serpents

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

We

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

Shift!

Thanks to God

and His impossible gift!

Risen King Jesus,

In Whom He sees us

Fit

Perfectly,

Perfectly Fit!

Pay the Piper or the Jukebox?

February 24, 2017


I sort of tried to sell my own heart

On the dark web yesterday.

How much are these things going for,

Y’know, like in bitcoin,

Would you say?

Meh- it doesn’t really even

Matter, I guess,

Cuz I got a few offers

But- I never said yes.

So… I’m sitting here

With this deprecating capital

Thumping inside my chest

To the drop of entropy’s mind- beat

Like a clock that nobody’s winding…

It could have been somebody’s best.

But we dropped two nickels and…

Well- You know the rest…

One song’s hello : the other’s goodbye.

All for you, for yourself, and… and…

and for aye.

Sipping Sorry Slowly

February 18, 2017

Sorry
I’m sorry
My footsteps follow me
Wandering through the hemlock
Thicket
Until my life becomes…
An apology for one
Sip. 

Patched and Beautiful…

February 13, 2017


For this soul’s

Sieve’s

Stretched wider than

The currency of grief!

Heaven’s pennies hit hard

Held ground

Beneath blanket unbelief.

I dreamt a 7-month dream

ago

I dreamt a 3-month, longer.

Resolution’s gauge-

Too fine

For faith

Doubt’s gravity

Stronger 

Proved

Than the grip

With which

I held to hope

And now’s one knought

Made of man rope

Tied of a choice not making friends choke fear filling hearts spilling souls willing

To lose

The chance to fight to want to choose

Grace

Taken

Seriously

Right

-To the Heart

Of His Kingdom Coming

Home-

-Or apart-

A house divided

Within me

Start,

God

With

Us,

Making the broken

Whole…

Whole.

Posterity found

Common ground

Uncommon grounds for living

Wholly

Holy

Wholly