Truth and my omnipotent God made flesh remain the same.
My soul is disquieted for where in this life can The proclamation
Be heard?
The Body is dispersed, set upon with discrepancies and too much The things
Of this world which slash and tear the garment of holiness.
My help comes from the Lord! Yet I am constantly crushed and pulled
Into the pit, overcome with outside forces dwelling in High Places.
Yet, I call upon my God! Surely in these days His voice is constrained,
Quieted and my ears filter only disgust.
There is salvation and peace in my Lord, the God of heaven and earth!

Open my ears Oh Lord! Send once again the promised Helper! Oh, gentle,
Most overcoming Spirit of Truth! Silence all others, rescue me from voices
Of ungodliness and lies!
Pastor and calm my soul for it longs for your Word, the one and only Truth.






October’s Ominous Occurances

Falling into fictitious fantasy…

Sometimes hitting raked leaves…

Or knocking all breathable air away…

Finding hallucination funny

Or ghastly as mind bends

Along with body, bloody, terror.

Fearing to name the horror

Or look into its face

After all it’s

                   🔱   October ⚰️                  

Blinding Grace

Line by line



passes, encompassing the soul

in exuberant joy.

Changing  life in fits and starts.


Turning, sweeping, leveling

like Autum wind,

Melding  new and old

into One.


Creating a blinding image,

more beautiful and rare

than eyes like mine deserve.



in His infinite glory and faithfulness,

Pours out Grace upon Grace

Leaving me face down

in Wonder and Praise.


Straights and Creeks

May you tender the shelf…
Let your lines be straight…
on reef/marsh-life and death flow in sync.


A lunar pull apart.

Born of self-same shelf.

Dig deep, Ye Pictorial Builders,

Ye Leatherneck Drivers!

One, young living coral.

Another, ancient decayed pluff.

May you tender the shelf.

Let your lines be straight.

Above the orb on reef and marsh

Life and death flow in sync.


Dedicated to


Photographer: Tanya Ackerman

Something Happened and Nothing Happened

Come you Huddled Masses

You Impoverished

And Homeless



Come All

To the

Lady of Liberty

Work, Live, Speak and Worship

In Freedom.


Something Happened.

Bang! You’re Black!

Bang! You’re Gay!

Bang! You’re Illegal!

Bang! You’re Muslim!

Bang! You’re Christian!

Bang! You’re White!

Bang! Because you are different!


In the Wake

The Huddled Masses

The Impoverished

The Homeless





Nothing Happened

To Stop It.

“Latitude 27o N X 82o W”


searching hues




inching  down.









tiny spongy tokens

rooting running things

in earth’s sweet dankness

toward its Destiny


in its own


Breath of Heaven-Mary’s Song

Accolades to Chris Eaton and Amy Grant!

These two Christian musicians have given us one of the most poignantly beautiful Christmas Ballads in this generation!

Amy Grant, the composer of “Mary’s Song”, adapted from Chris Eaton’s composition “Breath of Heaven “


“Breath of Heaven(Mary’s Song)”

I have traveled many moonless nights
Cold and weary with a babe inside
And I wonder what I’ve done
Holy Father you have come
And chosen me now
To carry your son I am waiting in a silent prayer
I am frightened by the load I bear
In a world as cold as stone
Must I walk this path alone
Be with me now
Be with me now[Chorus:]
Breath of heaven
Hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of heaven
Breath of heaven
Lighten my darkness
Pour over me your holiness
For you are holy
Breath of heaven Do you wonder as you watch my face
If a wiser one should have had my place
But I offer all I am
For the mercy of your plan
Help me be strong
Help me be
Help me
The photo below is of Chris Eaton, the original composer of “Breath of Heaven “. His original lyrics appear under his photo.
“Breath of Heaven”

You are harvest, You are golden sun
You are cool rain, You are all in one
And in all my deepest thoughts
And in all my battles fought
You are within
You are within
You are crimson, you are midnight blue
You have called me to discover You
You have warmed my heart of stone
You have borne my pain alone
Speak to me now, speak to me now, speak to me now
Breath of heaven, hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of heaven, lighten my darkness
Pour over me your holiness for You are holy
Breath of heaven
I am waiting in a silent prayer
I am longing to be with You there
And with every fading fear
There is healing in my tears
Now I belong, now I belong, now I am strong
Breath of heaven, hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of heaven, lighten my darkness
Pour over me your holiness for You are holy
Breath of heaven
Breath of heaven, hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of heaven, lighten my darkness
Pour over me your holiness for You are holy
Breath of heaven

In The Bleek Midwinter: A Song of Wonder of Christmas and the Power of Love

“In the bleak midwinter, frost wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter, long ago
Our god, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The lord God almighty, jesus christ
Angels and archangels may have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But his mother only, in her maiden bliss
Worshiped the beloved with a kiss
What can I give him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a wise man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give him: give my heart”

By Gustav Holst

Kludge Happens

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, how schizophrenic you make me.

Your branches cry for green and red.

My golden birds bring joy instead.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, your look is ever-changing.

The balls and stars keep falling down.

Your “beauty” makes me want to frown.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, our friendship is obsession.

No ornament can stay in place.

All I see is the empty space.

Oh Christmas Tree Oh Christmas Tree, you are a great big Kludge to me.



Broken, Not Defeated


But those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.

Florence Makes Landfall

via Florence Makes Landfall

We wait.

And wait.

River swells.

Wind squeals.

Tides rise and fail to fall.

Again and again.

We wait.

And watch.

And wait.