Like canvas stretched tightly over the frame
Imposing upon each gessoed fiber strain

Constitution’s vulnerabilities
Raked and now exposed for the world to seize

Endless hours spent chasing carrot tails
While stuttering words and accruing fails

Squandering away these precious few hours
Tasked to preserve the substance of flowers

Regardless the cost for vain veneers paid
I find my own dignity worn and splayed

With all cupboards bare
The absence clear shows
I have nothing more
To give from behind doors that only close

For The Day After Christmas

The sparkling glitter now settled
Amidst wrapping scraps here and there
Still laying – strewn across the floor
But what can we do now with these
Feelings that don’t come from a store
His birth is not an end to itself
The life Mary gave offers more

“So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them.” Luke 2:16-18

Jesus offers, for each of us, life. But, His life is not the mundane, fear and pain-laden life that you’re used to living. Surely, his promise is not to quench the blood-thirst between nations here on earth nor is it to make our lives pleasant Sunday strolls in our own preferred time, but, He is offering us peace that rises above understanding and once you accept that peace and the directive that He gave to focus on others outside of ourselves, truly, you will experience life more abundant right here on the face of this planet. Along with all of that, you will also experience the joy of that which is yet to come: life eternal where there will be no tears and the joys yet to be experienced will surpass whatever our finite human brains can imagine here.

If you are hurting and would allow me to pray for you, please message me. If you’d prefer to just pray, please do. He’s waiting for you.


You are more
Providence towering
Over what lies in store
With focus steadied
Upon Your face
Feet treading
Upon the waves
The chance to even
Gaze upon You
A gift of grace
Unmerited favor
Burden unloaded
At a measured pace
Let me trust Your vision
And fall forward into
Your embrace

Roman Railway

Pieces come to rest
‘neath the dust settling
The evidence steadying
to still ground
Emerging divergence
between spirit
And underbelly ground
on gravel ‘low
It is the baggage
the burdens weighing
Heavily – the demons
sabotaging the trajectory
Of the shell broken
now left low
Despite the intentions
of these wings
It will not be my voice
when deliverance


Melt me down
Burn away this
If I could only
Manifest a walk
In the updraft
Of your Spirit
Free from these
Taking flight
My only prayer
It seems is that
By Your grace
The friction
The blessed ideal
And my earthbound
Can offer
As if the product of
A chemical reaction
The focus to endure
The vertigo from
Haphazard lurches
That tie together
Each clumsy

All That You Measure

The establishment

Whether organized religion

Pop culture

Mass media

Or government

Will never take

The narrow road

Found in humility

Through faith

A path traveled upon

Through bright heights

And shadowed valleys

But always paved with grace

And leading to a place

We’ve never been

Jesus said, “For judgement I have come into this world, so that the blind will see and those who see will become blind.” -John 9:39

My Inheritance

A cardboard box

Your shroud

Grease-stained coveralls

Draped over a tool chest

As a funeral home tapestry

But in a garage

Where opened quarts of 10W-30

Stand in as floral arrangements

And the smell of gasoline

In accordance with burial customs

Reminds those in mourning

That while it is a holding room

You would’ve chosen

You are indeed