Saturday, October 22, 2016


in a dream,
they gathered at the border,
old, young,
women, children,
tears in their eyes,
fear on their faces,
mother’s begging,
father’s pleading;
passage denied;
the jets roared in from the west,
low and fast,
sleek and shining,
guns blazing,
rockets streaking;
mass extermination,
total annihilation,
complete death,
opposition crushed;
deplorable no more.



he waits,
and I listen,
as the silence
grows painfully louder;
I wish I could tell you
that you’re mine,
but you’re not,
and never were,
but still,
there is that bond,
and I guess
that’s the way
it will always be;
I wish I could show you
the beauty
of your shining sisters smiles,
I imagine
you must be
very much like they are,
except they are mine
and you are not,
and never will be;
I make no excuses,
for the things
that took place,
and I wouldn’t have any
even if I did,
to be honest,
it didn’t have a thing
to do with you,
as hollow as it may sound,
it’s just the way
things worked out,
but still I remember,
which is more
than I left to you.


To My Unborn Son

old memories,
too painful to remember,
realization of what was done,
on that day so long ago,
choices made in the blink of an eye,
decisions decided,
which will last a lifetime;
looking at our daughter,
I think,
he could have been like her,
proud and strong,
a warrior facing life,
confident and unafraid,
or he could have been
plain and ordinary,
either way,
he would have been
a brother,
he would have been
a son,
but most of all,
he would have been
if only he’d been
given a chance.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Only the Wind Remains

your beauty fades,
the darkness of night
does approach,
there is no truth left,
no more hope before
the dawn,
this moment of ordinary
clarity disappears,
chance encounters inside
realms of creative laughter;
another answer,
another possibility;
only the wind remains;
words flow like delicate swans,
wrapping themselves in
royal robes of comfort,
deep within the sound of
your breath,
soft and secure,
speaking unknown mysteries and
telling tales of untold valor,
staggering like drunken sailors on
maiden voyages,
weaving inside blurred lines
of forgotten innocence,
lost upon midnight dreams,
unable to grasp even the
the window is closing;
the time almost here,
the silence roars without a sound,
the hour upon which it
stands grows near;
only the wind remains;


The Face of True Evil

For such people are false apostles, deceitful workers, masquerading as apostles of Christ. And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light. It is not surprising, then, if his servants also masquerade as servants of righteousness. Their end will be what their actions deserve.   2 Corinthians 11:13-15
Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter.   Isaiah 5:20
true evil has no face,
it shifts,
it moves,
swaying back and forth,
like grains of desert sand
in a gently blowing wind,
quietly infiltrating its way
into minds and souls,
silently settling in high and
mighty places,
the ultimate chameleon,
making changes so subtle,
they are barely perceptible,
taking shape without worry or care,
then magically disappearing,
into the thin night air,
changing evil into good,
changing good into evil;
deception in the name of innocence;
true evil has no face,
it goes by many names;
eminent domain,
manifest destiny,
god and country,
true religion,
the chosen race,
national pride,
the final solution;
to name a few;
when it has come and gone,
none but a few even realize
it has passed their way
at all.


In The Morning

in the morning,
I remember a simpler time,
a sweeter life,
warm Florida mornings,
with air so pure
you could taste the promise
with every breath;
but none of it compares
with You;
who can speak of Your
wondrous glory and light?
what words can describe
the magnitude of
Your mercy and grace?
what sounds may be uttered
that reflect the majesty
of Your perfect love?
rain Your spirit down on me,
open my mind and eyes,
illuminate my soul,
let me find the words
which glorify
Your holy name;
lead me
when I am blind,
remind me
when I forget,
show me
that without You
I am lost;
without You,
I can do nothing at all;
restore the joy,
remove the darkness,
heal the damage,
open my eyes,
fill me with Your love,
let me shine
with Your light;
bring me home
to You.



This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.   1 John 4:10
in the morning I search for Your light,
amidst the pre-dawn blackness,
it burns like a beacon in the night,
showing the way to freedom,
guiding the path to life;
Lord, I love You because
You loved me first,
when I broke Your heart,
You loved me anyway,
when I deserved only punishment,
You loved me anyway,
when I helped nail You to that cross;
You loved me anyway;
I stumble and fall,
You pick me up once again,
I run and hide,
You patiently stand waiting,
I spread seeds of hatred and doubt;
You love me anyway;
no one knows the struggle,
no one understands the darkness,
no one feels the emptiness,
but You;
and even though no one else sees,
it is enough that You do.



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