God of Beyond

In wisdom dwelling, high holy mountain: pure, pure, none brighter than He. High in His praise, the God of Forever. Now in His glory, forever will be. – In lovingkindness, kinder than rainfall. Clean, clean, none gracious as He. Kind in forgiveness. The God of the downcast, Here in His presence, His mercy we see. […]

Autumn Equinox

Black crow sitting on the ghost branch caws, white horse running up the hill. Half-baked pumpkin in the window sill, old brown buggy in the stalls. – Corn silk spotted in the sun’s last gleam, Wolf dog lying on the floor. Rusty shovel by the screened in door grey paint dying like a dream. – […]

Freedom’s Sacrifice

They went to war to battle for the cause, and gave up life and fortune for their own. They lived at war. They died and slept their sleep enclosed in soil hardened like resolve. – And yet they never rushed into the fray where soldiers died while bullets reigned around. They never stormed a cliff […]

A Lowcountry Occasion

Pink tree painted like a splash against the sky, grey cloud glowring overhead. Sad stream teardrops striking from the sky green washed willow by the pond. – Fiddlers scatter in the skittle of the rain tall grass bowing to the breeze. Marsh walk lifted like a piece of wooden foam billion pinpricks pattering. – Lamplight […]

Seasons: Four Haiku

Creaking with the cold: groaning, sugar-sprinkled pond. Highway for a squirrel. – Plunks of sky break glass. Tiny ringlets: small, then large. Spirals in a pond. – Water flees away! Restless waves reverberate. The tire swing sways. – Whirling with the wind, ghostly whisks of red and brown mirrored in the glass – – – […]

Disciples’ Hymn

Come, arise, in morning song, let us think of Jesus! Christ, the church’s cornerstone, risen God now lead us. Crucified by evil men, Satan’s power entombing, raised up by the Father’s hand, royal rights assuming. – Christ has sent our Comforter: Holy Ghost indwelling heralds of the gospel truth by His power, compelling. Baptized by […]

The Last Lamb

It always seemed the lamb should die at night with dark like curtains, solemn, wrapped around, while pools of crimson gathered on the ground. Instead he died in milling crowds—and light. The priests were quick; their bloody hands a flight of flashing knives. The bleating sheep! The sound of death that pinched my beating heart […]

What They Say…

They say my God is dead and buried in some Middle Eastern tomb. Don’t ask me why they blame Him then, for all their earthly gloom. – – – – – – – – – –

He Restores My Soul

Like a fortress, rock strong, after long days of war, like the glow of the fire warming feet on the floor, like a hot cup of tea after cold and the rain, like the silence of night after day’s noisy strain— He refreshes my soul when at last we’re alone, and I can’t help but […]

Why We Pray

We do not pray because our God may fail to halt or change some great disaster grim. Nor yet because by long beseeching Him our words win out and our great faith prevail. We do not seek more prayers to tip the scale of heavenly action to our earthly whim, or nudge a grudging God […]

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