When spring rolls in so does he,like a man just off the trainfiddle on his back, whistlin’ down the tracksongs he stole from somebody.He’s weaving bluebird melodieswith sparrow trills and warbler revelries, on my backyard fence with much ado. Like a boy at a coffee shop open micguitar in hand and skinny jeans blue.Just hoping … Continue reading Mockingbird [Poem]
Truth is our creation:new dogma. Gender is a feeling.Identity, desire.Bigotry.The wealthy are evil.Their riches, our ambition.The free market creates kings,the government needs more power.Sacrifice to save our mother.The fetus, unnatural.Patriarchy.The only sin is sin."God is dead."His decomposition,our deities of decay. -D. Eaton
“I feel a loneliness for my Creator that pulls me like a migratory bird in the Fall.” -Rebecca Reynolds As she paints the leaves red and strips down the trees, and as the carved jack o’ lantern sitting out on the neighbor’s front porch grows mold and curls in on itself, she reminds us that there is death, but for those who know, there is more than that.
Ready my heart for the birth of Immanuel Ready my soul for the Prince of Peace Heap the straw of my life For His body to lie on Light the candle of hope Let the child come in Alleluia, Alleluia Alleluia, Christ the Savior is born Mine is the home that is poor and is … Continue reading Ready My Heart – Steve Bell
I asked the Lord, that I might grow In faith, and love, and every grace; Might more of His salvation know, And seek more earnestly His face. I hoped that in some favoured hour At once He'd answer my request, And by His love's constraining power Subdue my sins, and give me rest. Instead of … Continue reading I Asked the Lord That I Might Grow – John Newton
Truth these days seems up for grabs, When at God's Word they take their jabs. The truth of God, it will not fail Though so many against it rail. They will someday, bear the shock Standing before the God they mock “How can we know” is their battle cry Ignorance is bliss, is what they … Continue reading Truth These Days Seems Up For Grabs [Poem]