I pass old glory, on my way to places we just left
And last time we noted her half mast
Will she ever rise above half way, tis death
And how long shall it last
My friend cried out bout guns...
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Home Until

There are some roads that I need not think too much, past the first turn
And at the end of what I once called home there is now a precipice
But heaven has not shut the door and I no longer...
Monday, September 21, 2015
Fishing for Sincerity

I am most thoroughly convinced of something that will affect you, and everyone
But it is so much easier to keep it to myself and run
Knowing that at every point we disagree, you will say it is...
Monday, May 11, 2015
Fire Proofing

The proofing is not inside, as all that burns to ash
And the standing there, convinced of not, in the furnace, but a flash
Covered by material, external to myself
Borrowed oversimplifies the nature...
Friday, April 24, 2015
Brick and Mortar

Now I see through a glass dimly, but then face to face
Now I know in part but then shall I also know
Even as I am fully known
Is my faith rational, you ask me
It presupposes that I nor any other creature...
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Stress Free

If I had to eat, then I was a slave to my belly
But if I stole or lied to feed
Then whose slave would I be
And who is the master of my greed
Or has it mastered me
Anxious is the heart of want, unsettled...
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Quickening

In the reading of the law, I came upon the hearing
And so it goes they trembled, but I don't feel a thing
I laid it down unmoved, the book upon the table
I told it to be quiet, and still no angels...
Monday, January 19, 2015
Bot a Glove

One adult and three wee bairns please, I tell the lad at the gate
And for two notes he bids me enter, the lasses cannot wait
I'm hit with pipes and percussion waves, my lip curls to a smile
Tis...
Thursday, December 25, 2014
God in a Manger

The butt of my staff is clicking nervously upon this path, my heart and mind are one with anticipation
I have seen a host of angels, and I am but a shepherd, should I proceed with trepidation
"Come,'...
Monday, December 8, 2014
Fire By Night

I thought I stepped out strong, on my own two feet
Like a warrior, I pictured myself not excepting defeat
Standing like a rock, when others would retreat
Off to battle I marched
What's this, you...