Here is my obligatory denunciation of racism, and all other forms of prejudice for that matter, left as I first wrote it at sixteen. Note as a teenager I was warning us all to beware of our own prejudices first and foremost. Change begins with ourselves. Warning! Hi! My name is prejudice You better beware of me. Because I come in every shape And any size, you see. You can never be exactly sure Who I am or where I’ll be. Red, black, white, or polka dots It matters not to me. As long as I’m causing irrational fear And panic, I’m as happy asRead More →

There was light in the dawn Spreading over separating waters, Sweeping over drying land As the dust sprouted people and grass. Chasing dusk with dawn and dawn, dusk, Life from the word, and the word was “Good,” The word from the light in the dawn. There was light on the tree, Hammered down with nails nine inches long, Poured out as an offering of love On the masses and their children, Wrapped in cloths and lain in a tomb And left three days before anyone came, Three days from the light on the cross. There was light outside the grave That could not keep himRead More →

“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away.” –Rev 21:4 I slipped into my grandpa’s room, Eyes swollen from crying, Fear gripping my heart, Expecting to see a shriveled-up skeleton With sunken eyes filled with despair. Imagine to my surprise, I found Just my grandpa, looking small in the bed, Shriveled up yes, but my, there’s that same sparkle In his eyes, and smile on his lips! “Grandpa,” cried I, “What’s this joy I see? How can youRead More →

I wrote this in college at eighteen or nineteen years old. Note Sheol is the place of the dead in ancient Hebrew. Sheol There used to be others here, once. But that was a long time ago. They told me pretty stories, fables, Things I have never felt, Touched, heard, or tasted. She, I think she was my mother, Spoke of color and light, She spoke of stars above, A world without pain so constant You forget it is there, But it was all a lie. There is no light, Just this suffocating darkness. I trip and stumble, My fingers are oozing again. I placeRead More →

Wrote this as a teenager, 15-17 years old probably, during my introvert days. Capitol-s “Sun” is a punny metaphor for the Son, i.e. Jesus Christ our Lord. In some ways, this almost advocates for a prayer closet/ war room years before it became popular, my favorite one then was outdoors. I always found it easier to concentrate on things like seeking the Lord in prayer outdoors, especially amongst trees. Anyway, hope this blesses you. Tower of Refuge and Strength There is much too haste in City life No solace to be found, only strife’s dirge Constantly and that of protest and lust all around SocietyRead More →