Transformation

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...

There should be a word For the open road   You’ve been tailgating others around This town where you were born An impatient game of pac-man Where you are the hungry ghost   And everything you know of others You learned from their bumper stickers While wondering how the activists And theologians Would ever even see you behind them Through the decades of peeling vinyl Sometimes catchy Sometimes funny Sometimes true But who are they?...

The Devil Wins My Tears Once Again   You speak but your eyes tell the truth Deceit and lies spew forth from your mouth Hidden behind the walls of complements Forever speaking but never honestly My pain wells up behind a mask of caring My tears held back for none to see I silently carry the burden of Love Craving only Truth and Honesty from my partner in life I starve for Love’s sweet embrace...

Something so Small   Who ever knew the power in such a tiny thing. Many will claim to come save the day. Many will fall utterly short in that task. Like an Angel on high you came. Dispensing kindness without an ounce of selfishness. Miniscule in size, but massive in Heart. You have the ability to reach into one’s soul and heal them. What once was a broken husk is repaired. Crumbled and rotten is...

Misrepresented. The artistic renderings Had cast me as a saint. Separation Makes the heart grow fonder. But it doesn’t teach you how to paint A man you never really saw. The one that left never came back. I did.   No firetrucks came To put out my burning life. It was consumed like wood, hay and stubble. Deconstructed By hellfire missiles. As I sort through the rubble, At the bottom of that pile Is a...

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...

You sit there hidden away from the world, Sitting against your favorite knobby trunked Willow. Hiding from the hot July Sun with your head on a Burl pillow. Meanwhile participating in epic adventures in far off lands, Touring across the galaxies and exploring unknown desert sands. You have an infinite number of possibilities, The multi-verse of knowledge at your very fingertips, Should you just apply yourself to whatever problem is at hand. The princess desperately...

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 was six years old that Pentecost day My hair was curled My dress was new I saw pride in my mother’s eyes The aunts and uncles came with gifts and smiles It was the day of my first communion   The church was full with people seeking but I did not find God in there It was outside in a field of white that I met my Maker His gift to me; Identity on...