Trying again

I'm giving blogging a second try here.

Wings

Aerial muscles pulsating

Provide the lift for flight

Unused wings grow stronger still

A birthright unexplored

Avian freedom beckons clear

It grips the heart with purpose

A fearless search for promises

Across the deep unknowns

Yet seen from the empty nesting place

Where the flight did first begin

A silhouette against setting sun

Provides the wave farewell

Spoiled

Spoiled

Like sour milk

Or rotten eggs

Like ruined surprise

Or premature present finding

Same as rewarded tantrums

And lenient “love”

Polygamy or Idolatry?

Polygamy or Idolatry?

Close bonded relationship

Draws in one direction

Or another.

Either it out weighs God

Or God out weights it.

How odd to think

Of this as divine love triangle

When the marriage bonds are

Strongest towards the Creator.

Think the beautiful harmony

Of love that could be

In passionate relationships

With almighty and spouse

Jealously fighting for true understanding

Of both and of self.

Golden

Outlook changes color

Of world red

To gold

Vibrant ambient hue

Fills with hope

Replaces ignorant determination

With optimistic confidence

The metallic air

Inhales mental confusion

Exhales simple contentment

Warmth of soul

Deep unanswered questions

Succumb to atmosphere

In quiet understanding

Gagged Interrogation

I would reply

If they would let me speak

But the goal is destruction

They’re not looking for answers

They want self-satisfaction

Feeling injections of worth

At the expense of my error

So I sit through this gagged interrogation

And listen to their venomous words

Knowing that in hope and truth

I hold the vaccine

Recovery (Ezekiel 3:14-15)

First glance birthed jealous thoughts
of awe filled recovery
After glory filled encounter
But later thoughts reveal
Less palatable possibilities

Days filled with questioning
Reconciling what was with what is
Learning how to exist with self-confidence
After receiving unbridled grace
And exceptional calling

Perhaps no pleasant processing
But a tearing of identity so great
That days were needed
To piece life together
In a way that made sense

What if world turned ash
After heavenly vision
Conversations lacking
The depth desired

Consider the shock
Of all theologies corrected
In one instant
When found standing
In awesome throne room

Is divine vision yet attractive
Does requested presence seem safe
Is self ready to be denied
Identity prepared for the breaking

Awkward

Odd
How father
Fights like child
When lied about
and called false names
Do awkward love
and greatest strength
Pose challenges for omnipotence
Or have we progressed
So far as to deny
Emotion and action
Which were meant
As righteousness

Small Town Encounters

Small town encounters
Force life reflection

As eyes meet in passing
Memory shock waves hit

Here we live with the past
Those who can't have run

Friendships, acquaintances, enemies
All in close proximity

Lives continually bonded
In memory moments
And chance meetings

Yeah, so I haven't posted in a really long time...

...and there is a reason for that. I've been incredibly busy and all of my effort in poetry has been directed towards getting a book published (or at least self published). That said my writing hasn't stopped - only my blogging. I'm currently in process of cutting out a lot of things from my schedule so that I actually have time to do things with quality. Anyway, no promises for new poetry on this site anytime soon. I am, however, always looking for people to critique my work so if you're interested let me know and I'll get you a copy of the current version of my book.

If it's not one thing it's another

Life goes on but to what end?
We wander to and fro and then,
we find ourselves back once again.
Where dismal feelings make us tend,
to use cliches our minds to mend.

It doesn't have to be that way.
For even on our darkest day,
if we but turn to God and pray,
He'll show us to the narrow way
while in this world we must stay.

And when our journey we complete,
when we behold His hands and feet,
The joy we feel will be so sweet.
For sorrow, pain, their end will meet.
And for that goal we should compete.

Refreshed

Water brings hope to the desert
Growth where I saw only death
Washing away the dryness
The thirsty earth rejoices
Breaths a great sigh
This is life

My God

My savior
My strength

How powerful you are
To speak creation to life

How gentle you are
To comfort my soul

I tremble to stand in your presence
Yet you have called me friend

God, I am undeserving
Christ, I am grateful

Fill me with Your love
So I might be a lantern of Life