wandering into...

Do not just call me Folly, for I am very wise;

these wares that I now sell to you are my beautifuly crafted lies.

Both rich and poor, wise and fools--my clientel is vast

all begging to be the one to help cut their anchor before it is cast.

I speak in the words of the scoffer and the scholar

and make reason to both children and men.

I tell them that nothing is true or false,

and they then take up their pen.

I entreat to no one, yet many retreat to me--

for there is no better lie than the one you cannot see.

walk this way

There is a road for which I was made to walk
It is a Holy highway with sure places for my feet
There I will be safe; for no one with an evil heart can step onto it...
there will be no one waiting by the side or around the corner to trap or injur me.
Only the redeemed can walk here, and although a fool--
i can never fear of losing my way.
When i walk on this road all my sorrow and heartache turns like shadow and flees away.
(Isa. 35:8-10)

written 07/06/07

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there is a forgotten longing; a secret hope.

i am waiting for an encounter.

i see its preamble through glimpses out the corner of my minds eye.

the soul of humanity waits as one.

no matter how dissonant our other cries may be

we all sing the same plea

while waiting for an encounter

He keeps my feet not to stumble

this is not a cosmic game of cat and mouse,

i have not been thown here like a prisoner into a gladiators' pit.

God didn't send me here to see if by chance i would ever make it back;

He keeps my feet not to stumble

i do not wish to be my yesterday

I do not live from glory to glory;
I live from hindsight to failure.

I do not leap from mountaintop to mountaintop;
I walk in the valleys--trying to skirt the shadows.

I am sometimes always tired and always bored...
I am a frustration that strives to contradict my nature.

drink offering

i am oil poured out in the desert
i am a mountain no one will ever think to climb
i am a wildflower...hiding in the middle of a million fields
if all i ever do is make you smile once--its enough for me.

i am a single blade of grass--unknown and unseen--revealing the glory of God to no one but the sky.

if all i ever do is make you smile...once
it is more than enough for me.

i dont know me, but i know you

today i discovered a piece of God
lying on the floor of my closet.
it looked familiar and i felt guilty...
watching it lie on the ground.



today i found an uncharted island
through the lense of my telescope.
then i realized that the tattered flag flying...
was one that i'd planted years ago.



today i broke a glass cup
and watched it shatter into a million.
i saw my reflection in every shard...
and knew i'd never seen it before.