
I wake before dawn
and the silence wraps around
me like a blanket
Continue readingcan you picture God?
it’s better you don’t
we call him by a masculine name
but maybe he’s genderless
Continue readinghow awesome is the LORD Most High?
we shower Him with praise
thinking of halcyon days
while preparing for
a new heaven on earth
Continue readingyou welcome me into
the bridal chamber,
looking ravishing
white sheets against your pale skin
the nightingale sings
of our love
Continue readingHelp, LORD, for the godly are no more
& we drown in mud
always wanting more
sex, drugs, rock ‘n roll
but, LORD, do you really care about this?
what’s wrong with a roll in the hay?
what’s wrong with being gay?
nothing at all, i suppose you’d say
Continue readingWhy, O LORD, do you stand far off?
up in cloudy heavens
obscured by bright suns
that brutalize my brethren
i seek peace, O LORD
but pieces of me shatter
into tiny shards
every time the gun shots
blare in this dystopian world
Continue readingI am the tramp who wanders American backroads
I am the immigrant who seeks asylum but is denied entry
I am the fool who cries at the drug rehab
I am the fortunate son who squanders wealth
I am the bus driver who drives the Greyhound off the cliff
I am the night-storm that terrorizes the Midwest
I am the space-dust that destroys satellites
Continue readingdear jesus, help me create
a life that’s noble,
not absorbed in the
hurry of moderns –
not clamoring for my
next fix – let my fix
be you, the real you
desert-tan & calloused feet
from walking miles &
healing wretches like me
(Photo by Robert Thiemann on Unsplash)
i’ve always admired monasteries
monks cloistered from total noise
alone with demons
swimming in silence & striving
for divine union that no one
can name, but only point
to, the center of things,
the seat of the soul
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