Tuesday, July 29, 2014


Narrow Mouth Toad

I stole the line, "meekness is not weakness; it is power under control
But the consequence of words is, they can be born without a soul
Without the wings of meaning or the heart to understand
The words that might take off, find no place to land

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

Lunar moth

Fly; I thought perhaps a deer fly but could not find a sure identification

Those doves with red under the wing

Sunday, July 27, 2014


Dove -Captured by water

I fell from not, I know not where, caught up in my despair
So let it go, to help my friend, and not hold captive, my ability to care
Though I in innocence did end up, I hope it ends not here
For actions other than my own, God, Your reason stays unclear
So let this cup pass from me, as You gently lift his head
Or do the birds come back for me, and eat up all the bread

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

Fenced in but free turkey

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

In the Telling

Its not so open to interpretation, the things I choose to write about
So I write with trepidation, and struggling with doubt
Did my words retain the spirit or get lost inside the letter
Was I suppose to say this or could I explain it better
More comfortable with prose, I don unfamiliar clothes
Because introspection is the way I chose
I chase the author, and suspect to find Him soon
Is that His shadow there, standing in the ruins
It was fine the way it was, so what's left for me to share
So I choose my words more carefully, the ones I even dare
But there is something in the telling that is chipping at my heart
And oh my God, You're everywhere, You've been there from the start

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

Wednesday, July 9, 2014



For my brother some beans, that now I wish I would have given to him for free
I thought I bought my way, but it was never so much of me as in spite of me
And you could at any time have finished what you started, but I did not know what that was
You won't tell me your name, but I know you as Because
My life has been marked by struggles yet you have struggled with me too
So you allow, but never leave and now I should wish to be so true
I buried all my crumbling vanities, beneath the Terebinth tree
My hope has moved now, to the God who answers me

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

Cotton tail rabbit

Fire works