Thursday, January 16, 2014



He draws back the curtain
across a wakening sky
Earth curves the arch of her back
stretches arms of light
to take up the baton of morning
conducts the deliquescence of night
from indigo to amaranth bloom
while I absorb in awe and silence
embraced by a higher love

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

No Gift at All

Curse the plaintive cry
a lava dome rising 
from the bottom of my selfish crater:

"After all I've done for you…"

Unleash steam vents of guilt 
a chimaera draped around 
the slumped shoulders of obligation

Sacrifice with expectations
is a twisted tire iron 
a crowbar forged to pry
compliance from the hands of free will

A gift with strings is no gift at all

We drag down sacrifice to the dust
make it sad 
weary and despicable

It is not 
"giving up things"
but the opposite

I give with joy
my very best
to the one I love

A spectacular eruption
of unfettered worship

(with thanks to Oswald Chambers)