Redemption

Love Remains I’ve heard it said… That even if a man came back from the dead We still wouldn’t listen to a word that he spoke We’d tell stories about him around fire and smoke We’d call him a ghost So we’d haunt ourselves with old memories instead And leave his ghost to grow lonely inside his own head   I once knew a man They cut off his hand Buried it in the African...

Crunchy Pudding             “I’m so damned hungry.” I mutter to myself which makes me smile just a little bit. Momma used to always ask me why I had conversations with myself. To which I would always smirk and reply “If I want an intelligent answer to my question, why not ask a genius?” I have always been sort of full of myself, even at a young age. Somehow, I could take a problem and create...

It’s always there It’s the air that we breathe in It’s the water that we swim in It’s the current that takes us Down to the altar and makes us Drown   This water, it used to be wine Until we tried to trade our shame For thirty silver coins salvaged from a shipwreck that We bought off the docks with a hand written check that… Bounced   And now Shame is the currency we...

A poet walks in and pours himself all over the bar. He looks at every patron near and far. Word after word he brings to bear. Yet not even a single person really seems to care. Yet he refuses to stop and recites some old lyrics. But it is almost as if the patrons can’t hear it. He decides to give a few limericks a chance. But some grumpy old man just spits chaw on...

Sometimes I feel as if have fallen through a tear in the fabric of life Sounds and colors are dimmed A sub existence in a shroud of gray Hemmed in on all sides Shrinking me. Silently I wait for the Light to penetrate And like a flower at dawn my heart opens. Love never fails.

There are fears lurking in the recesses of my soul darkening my light Fear of rejection, abandonment, failure. Time after time I pull them up to be incinerated by the fire of God’s love To make room for the Living Waters A river of peace There is no fear in love.

I’ve never sat well on a pedestal. My glassware’s always been flawed. I was a chipped vase, tossed out into the waves. Some call it the sea of despair. I don’t know. All oceans have their storms.   Washed up again, I’d been transformed. I am sea-glass, beautifully beaten, battered, reformed! The sea doesn’t discard refuse on the shore. She gives gifts, not garbage. Those broken shells and seaweed are the stuff of life.  ...

We who’ve been broken, are not easily seen. We are hard to understand We make people uncomfortable. Unspoken questions Beneath standard issue smiles; “Aren’t you better yet? It’s been two years now, Get over your fears now. No more tears now.” Their get-well wishes are for themselves Not for me. Not for the one they cannot see. They give me advice on healing; “Just spray some spiritual weed killer On that root of bitterness And...

I want to and cannot have Strive and do not attain   The void is deep and dark There often I want to hide   But remember! I must remember Where I have come from Who calls me Their own   I am not some trash to be thrown out Or some dirty rug to be beaten clean   I am adopted Chosen by grace Never alone

They had the perfect recipe Or maybe so they thought Come one, come all to see This concoction we have bought   A perfect recipe we hold We know just what we need Please just do what you're told And a multitude we'll feed   But when I was added to their mix It was too salty to the taste They worked hard to find a fix But to them, it was a waste  ...