Thursday, March 26, 2009

An Untainted Hand

Evoked by a shadow, leaping from my head and beyond...

Darkest days, I reminisce and revisit some old pain, younger years leading up to now.

Changed, grown, becoming, evolving, but the dark I remember is now pierced.

It brings a slight smile and a slow tear fills my eye.

Like an old friend who comes calling, unannounced, bearing nothing but a handshake.

A brother’s hug, few words in passing, then that certain nod that only we brothers can understand…

That nod that says, “I must be going. I love you. I’ll miss you. Be strong and never forget what we have. Brothers are forever.”

An untainted, gentle hand pulled me from the deepest pit.

As I gazed up in anger, wracked with pain, sick with rage,my tongue coiled, drawn back, and striking.

Spitting poison without remorse, without discrimination.

Regardless of their love for me or their hate for me or their indifference.

My Savior cared enough about me, a solitary sinner, lost, sick, and broken.

Yet, Christ knew I needed Him.

Every day I thank my Precious Lord for everyone & everything He has given me.

There’s also a question of why…and I pray He forgives me for even asking.

What have I done to deserve all the blessings, all the gifts He gives me…?

It’s not my place to question His plans for me, just to have faith in Him.

I have walked, stumbling upon the jagged rocks of my hatred.

I have crawled, bloodied knees upon my blasphemous shattered dreams, desperately scrambling to pull the pieces back as they spread beyond my reach, knowing deep within my heart, within my spirit, my being that everything was wrong with my life except my ever-present protector and those He surrounded me with.

Still, and forever, His untainted, gentle hand pulls me up.

I feel His loving arms around me through those who love me, who believe in me unconditionally, especially when I don’t love me, and I don’t believe in me and I don’t love myself unconditionally.

I can and I will.

My love for Jesus Christ my Redeemer, my Protector is eternal.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Late Night TV

I cannot sleep
Late night television
Horrific train wreck
115 in the shade
Mangled landscape
Unnatural peaks & valleys claw at the noonday sky
They speak a language I cannot understand, no connection
Confusion, chaos
Lamentations, intense prayer fills the air like incense, weighing it down
Pressing into my eyes until I can no longer focus
Echoes haunt the alleyways
I saw death walking away, fat, gluttonous, obese
Content, as doves fell from the sky around him
Commercial break
It’s off, but the static remains in my head
I cannot sleep

Friday, March 13, 2009

Our Da-Da, who art in heaven...


My (almost 9) month old son is sick with a respiratory infection and I'm at home taking care of him. Poor fella is so pitiful at times, but always manages a sweet little smile from time to time letting me know he loves his Da-Da. I know he will be well soon and all will be fine, but he doesn't understand that. At times like this, I am reminded of how our Heavenly Da-Da takes care of us when we're not feeling well, whether it be physically OR otherwise. We tend to kick, cry, and scream our complaints. As Christians, we should also remember to do like my littlest boy; amidst the kicking, crying, and screaming, stretch out our arms and manage a smile for our Heavenly Da-Da. He knows we will be well soon and all will be fine. He's home with all of us everyday, changing our diapers and wiping our noses.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

The Machine

Angry hands deny my eyes the lines of destiny’s map
Fists of lies and paranoia, shadowboxing with my conscience
Rust eats the skin from our machines like some kind of cancer
Yet we still roam, while others strap in and tailgate me gunning for infinity
I have this insatiable need to question, step back from it
Stress racks my body with symptoms as I try to slow it all down
‘The Machine’ keeps pounding, plowing forward, laying waste
I try to slow it down, but it was set into motion long ago and the throttle is stuck
No brakes and I want to get off so desperately, while mankind clambers to hitch a ride
Time waits for no man and Death runs the race by our sides with a grin

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Jesus Fire

Through the bedroom window

Out into the birth of early morning

The world has come to an abrupt end

But we all refuse to notice,

keep giving out advice

keep giving into vices

Don’t listen to the voices singing in the misty dewdrop shower

You can look into their eyes, but never let them touch you

As every candle dies, before the flames can hurt you

But we all refuse to believe

keep talking to the strangers

keep chasing moonlight angels

What we say never ever dies

Massaging the wings of spirits

Those who look after those who look after us

I buried the baby rabbit

Looking at me with failing eyes and silent ears

“Can you hear their hearts beat?”

He doesn’t know how or why

Doesn’t think too much about the big things

Small things mean everything

Yet, everything is so very small

But we all refuse to intervene

keep looking for something to mean something

keep searching for someone to lean on someone

keep dealing with the pain of every day

keep praying for a sign, a reason, a way

Miracles abound, around me, astounding

I know Jesus carries me, protects me

His flaming sword makes a circle of fire around me

reflecting in my eyes

Blessings that would take 7 lifetimes to give thanks for

And all for me, a simple man, a stray

Far from a saint, I need constant forgiveness

A sinner with dirty hands and tears in his eyes.

Thank you, God, for my life and all who are in my life

I will live for you, I will work for you

I would burn for you, I would die for you

I will live for you, I will live for you, I will live for you!

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Greensboro, North Carolina, United States
Christian, father of 2, husband of 1.