Poems
Oft in vain the voice of truth,
Solemnly and loudly warns;
Thoughtless, unexperienced youth,
Though it hears, the warning scorns [...]
There is a now and not yet,
you see, let us not forget
that we are counted as sheep.
Be stoic? No, freely weep
and cry, yet hold our only
hope to be completely free. [...]
Dirt kicked up with folly, laughter, and play;
ignorance was bliss as we played board games.
“He’s gone,” we overheard our mother say.
There was no response as we called his name. [...]
Where the trail, young traveler, divides,
Thy fate, unlike thyself,
Has long already taken sides,
And waits but for thyself. [...]
At the end of twenty-four hours,
There was still work left to be done.
Satisfaction as to the results was low.
Cheerful moments numbered, few to none. [...]
How sweet to see on brightest banks
The King’s Tree stooped with luscious fruit
No knot or mold on pearly flanks
No rot within its roots [...]
Paul didn’t ask to be saved.
He was out “serving God”
But was really depraved.
To his laws and traditions
Was fully enslaved, [..]
My weathered family walks the eroding beaches under cream and pewter
sky that’s seen vacations faded and dull with blight,
the wind pulls out what’s layered beneath, the great revealer
of these visions unclear in the indifferent light [...]
’Til the dawning of the day be night
And all God’s glory comes to light
’Til the sun and moon shine no more
Before all things are finally restored [...]
In the stillness of the night,
when the fire is burning low,
and its bright and orange light
dwindles to an ashen glow, [...]
This load of guilt that weighs upon my mind
and chills the natural movements of the heart,
these cares that burn, and memories that bind,
that grip my soul and make me stand apart [...]
As wise servants invest their time and gold,
So good things come to those who work and pray;
Faithfulness is the fruit that yields tenfold [...]
Though we prefer Him in a sky
Of Technicolor blue with clouds
All cottony, all downy soft,
With angels hovering nearby [...]
A crown of thorns is forced upon his brow,
His scalp is sliced and both his temples torn;
The skin gives way like dirt beneath a plow,
A crown of thorns. […]
