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loves entanglement

Love’s breath beckoned me forward. Fear of cloud’s rain And storm’s gain Held my heart ransom. Death quivered Life considered But nothing could explain What jittered Inside me. From ropes of despair To angelic hair, From heart’s bleeding To joy exceeding Is what one woman saw. I now fight for love from love and with love To honor the One …Continue reading →

JESUS / “Rainbow Sandals”

It has taken me a long time to truly understand a very simple thing, something the Bible has prescribed all this time, which is to fix our focus on Jesus! Erroneously, but with well intentions, I thought that the more I focused on maturing myself through sanctification the further I left the elementary principles of the gospel behind me. But …Continue reading →

Morning Blades

Have mercy on me, O Lord, a saint who sins. For You and You alone are truly merciful. Only you can understand why You’d forsake Your throne to be scorned at the hands of cowards, all-the-while, being left fatherless during the height of Your suffering. How great is Your mercy? Greater than all the grains of sand in all the …Continue reading →

A Feather Apart

Two doves covered in white Take shelter inside from winter’s first bite. A beak chirping for two Tongues a string of promises holding my heart’s key for you. The entangled freedom of love’s plight Is a phenomenon understood not, until wings soar in the receding blue high above mts’ climb, where purity and passion collide. The sun and I will …Continue reading →

Too Blind Canvas

Faith paints holding a redemptive brush, A heart gently kneaded by Light’s touch. Thick young pride dipped in Crimson’s deep Leaves a humble rhyme impending sweet sleep. Too blind canvas once lost and proud Now found under flesh-colored grace. Sounds quite queer À la modern man’s ear– Knots brushed and braided in lower soul’s beard. So quick to tear Seeing …Continue reading →

Strength and Courage at Starbucks

I was at Starbucks the other day having a Bible study, as well as watching a DVD on The Life and Theology of Jonathan Edwards, when I saw two girls sitting directly across from me. I could tell something was amiss. One girl acted ‘high’ (numb and lethargic), and the other girl seemed to be the discombobulated girl’s keeper. I felt …Continue reading →

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