Monday, January 6, 2025
Crap Shots 6 (2024)
Wednesday, December 25, 2024
All Feelings
''And ye shall be holy unto me: for I the Lord am holy, and have severed you from other people, that ye should be mine'' - Leviticus 20:26
Tuesday, December 24, 2024
Billions Must Give Praise To The Lord
Friday, December 13, 2024
King of the Cul-De-Sac
Day dreams of the rural Midwest, dreams of nowhere; broken sidewalks and high school queenies.
Faded cigarette packages along the side of the road; thrown away piles in the woods.
Stale cigarette smoke in the church parking lot.
Wood panel Chevy Astros and restaurants where everyone knows yr name.
Self martyrdom in the bar bathroom; muggy nights w/ the crickets in yr ears.
Used cans of chew w/ beads on the car seats; the orange florescent light in the apartment hallway fading in a midwestern fire.
Losers finishing last on a bet that left them behind.
A southern rapture; the faded painted mural behind the withered pulpit.
Rivers of grace forever flowing in barren lands; the concrete itself cries out in anguish.
A sabbath eternal, creation renewal; all quiet in the land of dust.
''For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now.
And not only they, but ourselves also, which have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body''
- Romans 8:22-23
Thursday, December 12, 2024
Cheeto Fingers
Blinking red lights,
empty cul de sacs;
basketball nets sway in the cold night.
Bars full of the tired,
stringed lights wrapped around the buildings;
neon lights fading.
Big empty living rooms illuminated with 3000 channels of nothing.
Things that once was,
now familiar,
in a different light;
shadowed by normalcy.
Big empty schools and anxious nights,
the hallways are the mosaics of past lives,
sitting aside the dark and watching the outside;
neighborhoods you've never been and some that feel like another life time.
I took a left,
turn around,
in another direction,
end up same place;
different person.
''Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ; as obedient children, not fashioning yourselves according to the former lusts in your ignorance: but as he which hath called you is holy, so be ye holy in all manner of conversation; because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy'' - 1 Peter 1:13-16
Sunday, November 3, 2024
Quicken Me
''Quicken me, O Lord, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble'' - Ps 143:11
Faith repurposed and reorganized; methodized and euthanized.
'Keep Holy The Lord's Day' is written in judgement.
The sluggards doze in a melancholic stupor,
my soul aches in a new way;
my heart among them.
Saturday, November 2, 2024
Another Morning
''If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness'' - I John 1:9
The summers of yesterday, drenched in sweat.
Wondering in the dark, moonlight my vision, evil my works.
Taking it out all around me;
take another drink, smoke another one, sleep with someone.
Stumbling back to a locked rear door and sleeping outside in the frost.
Waking up to frozen dew stuck to the back of my clothes;
glimpses of side mirror memories.
Another girl, another trip, another day; going nowhere.
Lured by demons left beside me, ignorant in my own faith; proud in my uncertainty.
Reorganized in Christ, light cast in, demons left behind;
headlights bleeding through dark neighborhoods.
One more day, another chance to live for God; the whisky priest.
Sobering up, union with Christ; condemnation and grace.
I looked back in her eyes as I had the split decision;
God's deliverance, my humbling.
Same choice, same presence, same responsibility; same grace.
Weary; rest in Christ.
“How often the priest had heard the same confession--Man was so limited: he hadn't even the ingenuity to invent a new vice: the animals knew as much. It was for this world that Christ had died: the more evil you saw and heard about you, the greater the glory lay around the death; it was too easy to die for what was good or beautiful, for home or children or civilization--it needed a God to die for the half-hearted and the corrupt.”
― Graham Greene, The Power and the Glory (1940)


