The Little Bird that Flies

The little bird that flies beneath the puffed up sky owns the gift of life and the pleasure of God’s eye.

Truth in My Hands

I carry truth on my tongue and lies in my hands and people learn by what they see and You know the entirety of me— mind and heart divorced. The mind is not enough; I would love You with my strength, the truth served from heart to hands so they and I both understand reality […]

In the West

Over the woodlands, swooping low, teasing of summer as they go, the winds play in trees I know. They blow to the ends from the West. And every day the wide skies call the mighty king to his mountain hall. Across the fields his footsteps fall. The sun goes home to the West. Here, the […]

Bee Haiku

industrious bee searching for that last flower as the sun goes down

Follow Your Heart

follow your heart wherever the blood runs many sons have gone before grasp that wild, intoxicating breath and gasp in vain for more the end is always death for the beheaded

Words Haiku

For all their glory words can be but feeble things when they have no soul.

My Singular Hope

My singular hope the fiery rebuke of God nailed on Innocence.

Springtime Haiku

Each day unfolds more leaves squinting in the sunshine welcome, newborn life!

Grave Clothes

morning lay just beyond the stone the air washed clean of pain and sorrow in the darkness fingers brushed against linen smoothed folded over set apart for John bare feet on cool stone and the gilded glow of a new day

What Christ Can Do

Look what Christ can do— bound as He was to a cross, weary and strangled in pain, a joke on the lips of man, a curse on the lips of God— death of the Immortal. He died like no one else— the pride of the Father’s eyes, a portal torn in the veil from Satan’s […]

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