The Journey |
We invite you into a journey....a journey with God as our timeless resource and our future guide. The bottom line is that we in society are yearning for something deeper. We want more for our lives. W...
Posted by Delete Us on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 02:08:00 PST |
The Holy War |
The earth that has just been ripped to shreds beneath my feetSeemingly resembled an airplane body that was torn in two between the cockpit and hullAnd the muddy water..s rising around my ankles as I a...
Posted by Delete Us on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 09:43:00 PST |
What Is Love? |
I don..t believe there is such a thing as a love less powerfulBut I do believe one find..s love in the most curious, dark, bright, unimaginable, holy, unholy, unknowing, unseeing, unlikely of places.B...
Posted by Delete Us on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 09:42:00 PST |
As The Wind Blows Between Television and Revelation |
What am I that you would take my scars?Clean my hands? And clothe me with who You are?Binding hearts and loosing guilt like shacklesAround the wrists of my aimless one-shot at lifeI am a nation unto m...
Posted by Delete Us on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 09:10:00 PST |
Oh Rabbi, My Rabbi |
Your tunic calls to me like an old safe havenA place where the storms cannot goI am on my knees crawling past the ankle of the drovesAs if to be healed by the mere graces of your robeOh Captain, My Ca...
Posted by Delete Us on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 01:18:00 PST |
Challenge |
I do not existI do not believeI do not existI do not conceiveWithout breath in my lungsWe do not walk or build upYet we turn our backs like carousels just making the roundsBefore giving upInnocent eye...
Posted by Delete Us on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 01:17:00 PST |
Challenge |
I do not existI do not believeI do not existI do not conceiveWithout breath in my lungsWe do not walk or build upYet we turn our backs like carousels just making the roundsBefore giving upInnocent eye...
Posted by Delete Us on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 01:17:00 PST |
Materialism |
We dance like burning fireflies inside a clear but hopeful vaseWe feel put here by the hands of some school kid who had plansTo make us his night-light but soon our light ceasedAs You pull me from my ...
Posted by Delete Us on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 01:15:00 PST |
Nerve |
It..s that time of day where one becomes nothing in hopes of alluring tasteBy the snare of an accentuated lispBut inside the black and sunsetsIn between the door and deadRight beside the bed side quee...
Posted by Delete Us on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 01:16:00 PST |
Between Your House and Mine |
Seeing the elbows of that coat marred with stainsKnowing the need for a tailor was in high demandI took that coat round my shoulders all the sameAnd wore it like it was made of gold and silver threadA...
Posted by Delete Us on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 01:13:00 PST |
