Tag Archives: Poetry

07 Aug, 2009

Muddy Preacher

So this is it, this drama, this stage, this glory, this rage!
Come get your love on and get hyped on and then chewed on!
Who cares? says the prophet, There’s blood in the sink and broken glass and you missed it, don’t try to find it, it will find you
The train is passing and the wind [...]

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20 Feb, 2009

Deliverance

Deliverance is like a owl perched beneath a moonlit sky
Far above the hindrance of time and gravity below
A gusty breeze ruffles through its feathers but it is motionless
There is much anticipation in the air
It scans the shadows and the blueness of the fields
Looking as if it is at ease, undisturbed in spirit
It gives the illusion [...]

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10 Jun, 2008

At The Head Of Every Street

The orphan is verily vainly aware
of a woman lurking in a shadow of despair
Parched from thirst with nothing to eat
Stones lie scattered at the head of the street
Bereaved, alone, and a face black as soot
Lay he there hungry, trampled underfoot
Born on stony ground, in thickets unsweet
His mother scorns payment at the head of the street
Like [...]

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05 Aug, 2005

God is God

I saw Satan fall like lightning
My heart though weak, was hedged in
Resistance is futile, that is the vanity of man
But God is God, and that is the glory of God
Resist the devil and he will flee
But not only from you, but Christ in You
O foolish man! Oh you of little faith!
Did I not tell you [...]

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28 Jun, 2005

Broken Soul

Many places to find a name
But this darkness won’t let me go
Everyday is the same old game
Why can’t I just let it flow?
Songs of love and butterflies
All I want is not there to have
Many words cast to and fro
But what about the broken soul?

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18 Apr, 2005

The Future is not the Past

the thoughts of hell, I’m running
with my hand in my mouth, I’m stumbling
a bleeding side, loving
helpless in the light, I’m crawling
a short distance between you and me
an easy reach to set me free
green grass and sweet breath, going
laying down my weapon, finding
with the love of him, walking
the future is not the past, living

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04 Nov, 2003

A Conversation with God

What is it to “live for Christ?”
“To bless”
people and God?
“You bless me through blessing others as well as me directly”
Blessing, all of it comes from you…
“I do [...]

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25 Apr, 2003

Jar of Clay

Behold this jar of clay
whose form is disfigured.
Its color is not consistant.
It is hardened and cannot be worked with.
It is a vessel to dishonor. No pleasure is to be found in it.
It was not molded by the hand of God.
It must, therefore, be shattered
to pieces and melted,
that He may have a fresh lump to work [...]

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23 Apr, 2003

Behold My Affliction

I see a woman.
A woman who should be enlarging the place of her tent
stretching out the curtains of her tabernacle
spreading out her hands to the poor and needy
watching the ways of her household
and refusing to eat the bread of idleness
not letting her lamp be put out by night.
Her value is far above jewels
She rises while [...]

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