To know Christ is to stand before the Truth, bare beneath a heaven that sees through every lie. And what a beautiful terror it be. Beautiful — His light is mercy, His voice is peace, His wounds are open doors into eternity. Frightening — His light leaves nowhere for darkness to hide. He enters theContinue reading “The Beautiful & Frightening Truth”
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Our Home
I know the world — I’ve walked its streets, I’ve heard the lies, I’ve tasted grief, I’ve watched them sell their souls for gold. Then swear they’re young when they know they old. I’ve seen the jealous turn to stone,The hungry make another’s known. The mouths that run, the tongues that tear. The ones whoContinue reading “Our Home”
, Give a Fuck
They said I’m wrong and heartless. But it was them, not me, that produced it.Pointing their left middle finger, Im glad I did not fit. I cared for years and years, too much years of heartache, fear and pain,of worrying about everything,then worrying once again. It takes years of giving a fuckabout things you cannotContinue reading “, Give a Fuck”
Praying for a simple Week
Jump in my van,through the wide-open air,a little bit of workand a whole lot of prayer. Praising God,then back on the road,For a song in the heart,Lifts the weight of a load. Back to the gardens,where the green things grow,then back in the vanwhen it’s time to go. Home to my boys we wrestle and weContinue reading “Praying for a simple Week”
My Reggie Boy
French girls are fun, my son,Spanish girls, not so.But if you make one yours,she can take you far,farther than you know. And son, I’d tell you,go see the world.Don’t let it pass you by.I’ve walked through many places,gazed beneath many foreign sky. So travel, my son.Get lost sometimes.Hear the tongues of strangers.Eat their food, tasteContinue reading “My Reggie Boy”
The Forgiveness
I wanted it to be something in her,something broken, something wrong.A darkness I could point towardand say, there, in her it belong. But as I prayed,On the anger I stopped brewing.And somewhere in the silencemy own darkness came pursuing. I thought of all my sins,the ones I bury, and push and hide.On the things IContinue reading “The Forgiveness”
The Boat Ride
“Look out the window, Daddy,”my boys screamed to me,so I leaned out and watched the rolling water crash – gently come to be. And somewhere in that moment,though I couldn’t tell you when.I wasn’t bauld and bulging—But a little boy again. The water caught the sunlight,the world fell soft and still.Nostalgia hit back quietly,as childhoodContinue reading “The Boat Ride”
Another Kingdom
There are certain things in this worldyou must simply ignore and let go. Perhaps this is whyI am not palatable to this world. I do not want what it wants.I cannot become what it asks me to be. I am of another. Not another place,but another Kingdom.
The Good Earth
When I dig into the good earth,I feel something I can’t explain,The soil beneath my working hands,The sun, the seed, the gentle rain. And somehow, as I turn the ground,My thoughts rise higher than the sod;For all this goodness speaks to meOf the goodness of our God. My hands are working in the earth,But myContinue reading “The Good Earth”
Malcolm Guite
The Old Stories In a podcast with Malcolm Guite ,stirred something inside of me –a world of knights and ancient kings,of forests, faith and mystery. Of Arthur and the Grail,of stories worn smooth by time,that somehow still have somethingto say to yours and mine. Not something we have lost,not something we forgot,but something lying quietlyContinue reading “Malcolm Guite”
