Category: The Angst of Loving


Smoke

and mirrors
distort believer’s
eyes-
too blessed
to be stressed,

life is
fine, every
thing is O.K.

Honest answers
kiss lips-
leaving
vulnerability
behind-
pride swings
high, in
these lies,
denying truth
delays healing,
disrupts
fellowship
on rocky
roads, mourn
in valleys,
sing on ‘tops-
be heard,
be real,
be honest,
in this valley,
of the shadow
of
death.

I believe in the power of prayer. If you’ve read the poetry, articles or my about section on this blog then you’ve probably picked up on me being a Christian.
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Paul was stirring
up trouble
all about town,
preaching and teaching
of One who would come
down, healing
the sick, raising
the dead, speaking
salvation, eternal
life, ahead-
crowds would
gather, to
hear this
man speak,
of spirits
unseen, of
a God, so
meek. Few
could perceive
one willing
to die,
for such
sinful wretches,
as you,
and
I.

Arrears

Big and small,
we make them
all, your
choice to make,
acknowledge
that mistake,
move on in
grace, not
a pouty face,
walk, be
humble, or
mumble and
grumble;
conceit’s
stride
truly won’t
hide, your
great fall,
when you
ignore
them
all.