Thoughts, Poetry, Events

Eastern Light

Ezekiel 43: Then he led me to the gate, the gate facing east. 2 And behold, the glory of the God of Israel was coming from the east. And the sound of his coming was like the sound of many waters, and the earth shone with his glory.

Imagine- Journel Entry March 2017

The colors I paint with cannot capture the sunsets you paint. The sound of the Breeze in the trees and birds chirping is such a beautiful song. The sunshine on my face fills me with joy. You are light. I will look on your face for all eternity. I will listen to angels worshipping you with harp and flute. I …

Object Poetry

News: Basketball has been selected to be on display at Sculpture Park and Visual Arts Gallery, Governors State University. Basketball Summer nights Under garage lights Rough texture On my fingers Ball worn flat Scratched from concrete Grassy hills Green marks spill Soil coated Sprayed with hose Sun meets field Thud, thud, thud, bounce Rhythmic music Soothing serenade song Game of horse Miss, …

Life and Death of a Greenhouse

Powder white Feathery soft Specks of dirt No dots of depletion Bugs invade hide Lay eggs at night Spreading breeding Covered while reading Infestation insult Fear, worry, destruction Toss it all, tear it up Look away, tears build up Like manna that rots We cannot hold on To plants, flowers endless spring But….. Thank you for the sunshine For breaks …

Worship, Waiting, Work

Called to all three Worship, waiting, work Worship perhaps the clearest Though not the easiest Worship, honor adoration Prayer, devotion, supplication. Worship is discipline. Waiting for food, waiting for time, Waiting for our Saviors return divine. Waiting, interruption or rest? Pause, hault, break or respite. Waiting equals rest. Working has a drudgery beat Assumed to break backs and knees Working, …

Pathway

Conditioning my soul Preparing my mind To look ahead To forget what’s behind I see the pattern now It took me so long To recognize recovery To sing a new song Setback, despair, pain Grips, seeps, shocks When the surprise settles Satan knocks Lock the door Reach out for help Prayer from friends My being melts Weeping, wailing Resting, releasing …

Lament

Lord what does surrender mean? Does it bring toil and suffering. Skin burns, eyes twitch, foot numb Weakness seems to have overcome Open palms, pruned trees Wildness wandering Juniper roots are bitter and harsh Mushrooms grow in the marsh Dormant plants are they sleeping? Dry eyes still weeping Good, good father I sing again Memories of hospital robes enter in …

Lament

As the donkeys tail sways, and his voice hee haws. My vision wanders in the fog. His brae like mine, is raspy and worn. Of all thinks a pill stuck, my throat now torn. Fear of shame, embarrassment both he and I. Not wanting grief before we die. Grief and the grave. You gracefully bore. Our sin muddy deceit you …

Lament

Oh weight of Glory My soul knows the story Rise up again, hope my friend My lack of worth, is not true Nor the blue, gray state of mind Remind me Father, of forward not behind. A fresh breeze settles in Lungs absorb the oxygen Breath into me, the life giving word Let it settle and rest, refresh me lord ...