Thank you for this failure.It was a ride.I will let my shame fade away with the rising tide. Thank you for this wound.It was a trauma.I will let this scar be a boon a poem on my flesh a happy mantra. Thank you for this insult.It was quite sharp.I will let these words be pulled tight like strings to my harp. Thank you for these shortcomings.They are magnificent.I will let them glow bright with the

A stable mind and a deep understanding, who can give me? Minds are cast into a well of chaos and strife, who is there to believe? One must dig deep to find the truth while the world demands that the shovel be put to work on the graves of those that are of other. Lord, you called us to love our enemies. When I look upon your face Jesus I see not the kind of

With an intricacy of light and a web of quantum strands.This reality stands and seemingly embraces a plan.Though man can conceive of chaos indeed. His own bedtime story involves a mind that perceives. Nothing is beyond an imagination not yet contained.Sept for the mixing and rearranging of what is already made.To reach in and call forth some beautiful strain. And though there be doubt proclaim and refrain. There is but darkness in the soul of

If the wall of fog does churn and reach If it breaks revealing the sun If creepy entropy robs my marrow If I find myself in peaceful rest If everything I own was suddenly dust If everything I own was suddenly gold If I captured a sunrise in a poem If I alienated everyone I know If it was suddenly illegal to be me If I am celebrated on high Though I be blessed Though

Exploration runs in the veins of humans. We explore our world, we explore each other and ourselves. There is one mystery that I have found that satisfies but is always an ever running spring of fresh discoveries. God’s infinite horizons are forever churning with light.

Nature can be so dangerous, a cliff, fog bank, tornado, avalanche; you name it! Nothing man-made releases the same amount of energy as nature left to its own devices can release. Stars explode, planets are cracked and melted into balls of lava in the void of space, yet in all of this God is not only in control but infinitely more powerful than all of these natural events combined. Truly his wrath is not only

Man will praise and perhaps I will become even more undignified than this.

I have seen a great cloth covering my light pin holes in the black cloth in constellations like stars what if I was like that me a cloth covering the light inside every like I chose to touch was another pin hole constellations form one source of light

I have lamented on more than one occasion about how I have filled my mind with utter filth on more than one occasion. Sometimes it has been simply filth for filth’s sake. Not even “dirty things” just violence or an immoral cavalcade with no story or lesson. The deep wood that places in the mind, in the heart, in the attitude that is quite and put there by the divine to ruminate and meditate on His

This is it the place that I think sometimes we touch but don’t very often. That point no matter where you are, no matter what boring grind or terrible situation you find yourself in; your eyes are opened and you see the indelible mark of the infinite on the finite and see just how we are all connected by a common narrative. Also who doesn’t like a haiku?