Tomorrow- It’s Coming…

November 26, 2013

Sometimes I say
Stupid things-
A word out of place,
Then, somehow, it rings

Through the ages,
Well -throughout the days-
Across all these pages,
Whilst a symphony plays

In my memory, my misery,
Hearing error in song.
Where my droning
Mistakes, they drag on
And on.


The concert’s not ended,
And my life must still play.

Tomorrow- it’s coming.

What God wants today.


seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.”

-Matthew 6:33


Escape Goodbyes…

September 16, 2013

My Epil-o-gues



The things
You said
You did

By me.

Like building branded bridges
Just to burn
The blood-bought skill of meaning-

Can’t un-earn


And what won’t happen next?
A bullet through the chest?
An egg fallen from this nest?

Remorse inside.

A likely story, but none of it’s true?
A suspect futile fiction through and through.
All written well and uncommonly told,
To grab familiar doubts and turn us old.

You’ve got the world held, upside-down
And spilled the milk on your night-gown
The shadow found the furtive shape,
And thus you took- and ate- the grape

From the vine of the
Homely knowledge
Of pleasure and of pain

And wept at life
Imagined: hopeful;
In vein.

In Failing…

October 25, 2011

Leaving him,
This lonely street,
Has been his company.
He’s standing there,
With an empty stare

-with all he might ever be

Staring right there back at him
-What’s he supposed to do?
The wind, it whispers
How does he know it’s not true?

Short hair the hue of twilight’s air,
Two shoulders shiver, wet.
His hat clenched in a motionless hand,
A fist, tight with regret.

Two feet, one on each paving stone,
-A couple in between,
His weary mind remembering,
Things he had once…

Clouds lined with threads of
Red and gold.
A seagull soaring, ocean-bound,
While ebbing surf back-rolled.

Hair, like a feathery waterfall,
Eyes, bright as a thousand stars,
Leaning on The Everlasting Love,
Rapt in eachother’s arms.

A baby’s face,
Short, tender cries;
Smooth, soft,
Sweet skin;
Tiny, brown eyes.

All this now fading
-Embers nigh-dead,
Through a smoke-filled memory.
What can be no longer
Fickly framed
In failing

Remember the time when…

November 16, 2010


From Mark Twain’s Mysterious Stranger: 

   “Once when we were nine years old he went a long errand of nearly two miles for the fruiterer, who gave him a splendid big apple for reward, and he was flying home with it, almost beside himself with astonishment and delight, and I met him, and he let me look at the apple, not thinking of treachery, and I ran off with it, eating it as I ran, he following me and begging; and when he overtook me I offered him the core, which was all that was left; and I laughed. Then he turned away, crying, and said he had meant to give it to his little sister. That smote me, for she was slowly getting well of a sickness, and it would have been a proud moment for him, to see her joy and surprise and have her caresses. But I was ashamed to say I was ashamed, and only said something rude and mean, to pretend I did not care, and he made no reply in words, but there was a wounded look in his face as he turned away toward his home which rose before me many times in after years, in the night, and reproached me and made me ashamed again. It had grown dim in my mind, by and by, then it disappeared; but it was back now, and not dim.”

 You ever get that? that repetitious, remorseful reminder of failures to be righteous or wise?

 I do… alot lately, as a matter of fact.

 Thank God for His merciful forgiveness… and grace to go on living…

FOR Him.

Romans 6:10-11 “For the death that He died, He died to sin once for all; but the life that He lives, He lives to God. Likewise you also, reckon yourselves to be dead indeed to sin, but alive to God in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Philippians 3:12-14 “Not that I have already attained, or am already perfected; but I press on, that I may lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus has also laid hold of me. Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”

Sometimes I want to ask God if he can just let that one sin slide, or let some long-standing consequence, or guilt-feeling just slip off my back… But… I think part of repentance is realizing that the consequences aren’t wiped away. The ultimate consequence for my sin was suffered, full-force, by Christ on the cross, and the side-consequences -those here-and-now, cause=effect consequences- are very real, and very necessary chastening, from a loving Father, who wants to grow me into a man with a character that mirrors His Son’s. (And oh, how often, I want that too. I’m just so inconstant.)

May God grant me focus for fidelity.

Now, I will praise Him again for His forgiveness, for- wait… My question still remains.

What are you to do with the persisting earthly consequences of an haunting past-wrong?

 Live with your friend’s “wounded look in his face” recurring in your mind, your whole life through?

 Is there some way to uneat the girl’s apple? Is that what God would have us do? -Somehow make pennance? (Not for salvation, but as part of submitting to His chastening.)

Confess, maybe? 

Confession, I believe God tells us, should happen.

James 5:16 “Confess faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.” 

I’m thinking maybe this speaks to the issue, as well, but not quite sure how:

Matt 5:23-24 “Therefore if you bring your gift to the altar, and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar, and go your way. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift.”

Anyway, I am thankful for God’s gift of forgiveness, and for Christ’s obedience unto death… and for His strength in ressurection…

Praise God for his wisdom, love, and grace. =) …and His discipline.

-MAC <>< = )

His hand…

December 15, 2009

Be thou my vision,
I once told my God…

Since then He’s allowed me
To, my own dark path, trod.

I asked Him to guide me,
And turned my face away…

Now I’m almost so lost
I can’t know the way.

I don’t understand it,
Why is there room to fall?

I’ve asked God to resuce me,
Is salvation so small

That I might still turn away,
Might still choose and regret.

His hand is bigger than,
I ever would have guessed.


-MAC <>< = )




John 10:29 “My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of My Father’s hand.”