Category Archives: Poetry (original)

Soon Enough You Will See

Soon enough, sons and daughters,

You will see with your own eyes

What the Lord has done.

The true will believe.

Mere seeing is not believing,

But believing is seeing,

And I see and say to you who have hears:

Listen!

When testing comes, the false scatter,

An invading nation takes captive,

those who long for the world.

Yet a remnant remains

True to the Truth,

And faithful to the faithful.

We have been weary:

Beaten down,

But not defeated.

Now, the time has come

to favor Zion!

Today is the day of salvation;

Now is the time of God’s favor,

For those who will believe.

Build the House!

Build up, build up,

the road my people!

Clear away the stones,

And fill in the pits.

Clear the way,

Then Shear-Jashub will come.

The called out are called together

To Be and Build the Temple.

And the desired of all nations will come,

Then the Desired of nations above them.

The latter glory of this House

will be far greater,

And the latter rain will come.

We will shout: Glory! Glory!

To the God of glory

Who will fill the House!

Soon enough you will see,

And believers will realize:

It is the Lord who has done this,

and it is marvelous in our eyes!

You Won’t Get It Until It Happens to You

Inspired by an incident 18 years ago today…

You won’t get it until it happens to you.

Shake your head at the perp being led

from the cop car in cuffs.

Just shrug off the one shot dead.

After all, he deserved it.

Validate the stereotypes of your set.

Identify with your race, your income, your politics.

You won’t get it until it happens to you.

It was cold that night back in ’99,

2AM when the police pulled us over,

four friends ironically

on the way back from a donut run.

Why? I asked the officer.

“For changing lanes and making u-turns.”

But I never got a ticket.

No, something worse went down.

The big cop was a bully

and I was incensed at the injustice,

What I said was,

(and under my breath):

“You’ll see me in court.”

The bully had good ears

and appeared at my window,

“What did you say?”

I should have said nothing more,

but my wounded pride repeated

my powerless threat.

The bully changed that.

Made me get out of my car,

searched me spread eagle on his hood,

then sat me like a criminal

in the back of the police car.

Then the big cop

gave me a long talk.

“We can pull over anybody we want,

whenever we want.”

I stayed quiet,

but it was too late.

They turned a deserted street

into a stage that night.

Pulled me from the cop car,

and marched me out but not far.

The rookie cop cuffs me in front of my friends,

while the bully who gave the speech pretends

to find something

in the back seat of his own cop car.

With a fast sweep of a long arm,

he reaches down and then,

like a magician produces

into the cold thin

air of a February night

a charred plastic baggy.

“Your youth minister’s a doper!”

he slandered loudly

to the gape-mouthed young men

in my car.

It sounded like a joke

or a B movie line,

but he waved his charred baggy

to prove the lie.

The cops made my passengers walk

in the middle of a cold night,

even though one offered to drive

my car.

The cops maced him

and took the two of us jail.

For what?

Possession of what the officer

actually had in his own possession.

My life changed after that night:

even though I was innocent,

even though my first and only drug screen

was clean,

even though I passed

a police polygraph,

even though the DA dismissed the case

without me having to plead.

For too many people an arrest is enough.

Innocent until proven guilty?

A reputation can be ruined by an accusation.

You won’t get it until it happens to you.

So don’t jump so fast

to those conclusions

Sometimes the “guilty” are not.

Sometimes the good guys are not.

But you won’t get it until it happens to you.

Seeking the One

When we are young the world sparkles with promise.
Life abounds within and surrounds us;
Death is unknown, or very far away.
There is little need to seek,
for everything comes to us:
life, love, hope, beauty and truth.
But lies find us too,
often clothed in selfish desire.
Then, in floods ugliness, violence, abuse,
and finally: death.
The world loses its allure.
What follows are days,
long and many, of malaise,
and petty pleasures to drive away
despair and existential dread.
Is it possible to recover our childlike wonder,
I wonder?
I may fool myself into believing so,
but the world is the same soul killing thing.
Everything ends in death.
Everything?
I do not like death;
and I don’t believe in it, either.
No, I know it exists.
In fact, it is inexorable:
for all but One.
Sane, good women and men
report that One died, was buried,
and returned to life.
They saw Him and I seek Him,
and I want His gift of eternal life.
No, not this mundane malaise,
but childlike life that never ends.
There are those who would call this
Delusion.
But my heart is not dead yet,
even if I am disillusioned.
It seems to me that the real delusion
is belief in this world,
or worse:
Believe in your self!
No wonder we seek to medicate,
anesthetize, deceive and distract.
Self is a pitiful little god,
impotent and in need of illusions to prop it up.
I have hope,
but not in this world.
I have faith,
but not in myself.
I continue to seek, but not for wealth,
power, pleasure or fame.
I seek the One who came from above,
and became a son of man,
sparkling with a glory that pierced the gloom.
This One was rejected by all the exalted believers
in Self.
He was crucified, buried and left for dead
outside their sanctimonious city.
Then He rose.
I reject death as my destiny.
I seek the One in order to overcome
the inevitable end of everyone.
I don’t want to be everyone.
So I press on to pursue the upward call
of the One.

Chasing Vapor

I know, I ain’t cool enough for you,
ain’t big enough for you,
ain’t young enough now,
not pretty any more—
if I ever was.
Thought I’d get some respect, though:
for stickin’ with it when it got hard,
not givin’ up when friends fell through.
And for always tellin’ the truth,
(mostly in love).
I’ve tried and tried and tried, and
I’m tired, tired, tired
of waiting for life and love,
or something to come around.
I’ve chased it,
(but not too hard),
and I’ve waited for something to go my way,
but even God’s promises
seem to stay away.
The life is a vapor.
Lucky people trap and distill it,
then drink or smoke it, but still it
dissipates and disappears.
Where are my tears?
Even those got blown away.
Dust In the Wind,
Kansas used to say.
I’ve gone beyond burnout;
the wood is dry, Lord.
Fire fall down;
burn it all to the ground,
my hopes and dreams and lies.
Maybe then, before the end,
God will make the Phoenix rise.

Winter Solstice

Each day there is less light,

Spreading darkness threatens

To bring unending night.

Will the world be mantled in black?

Will light be pushed back

Until it ends?

Will there come a day,

When there is no day?

The sun is a pawn,

Even if its gravity holds us

And its light uphold us,

It is nothing but a ball of gas,

A created thing

Subject to the laws of the Creator-King.

Today is Solstice,

Let the celebration begin, 

the Light of the World has come!

Son of God, the only One.

Paradoxes abound: 

immortality became mortal;

Infinity limited itself;

Almighty God became human.

Creator of 200 billion trillion stars

Born as a baby on a small planet

Orbiting a seemingly insignificant sun.

The shortest day is here!

Darkness must end.

The light has won.

Pass Me By

Ever feel like the world is just passing you by,

like one of those days when you watch the sky

as the windblown clouds roll on by?

I watch while others succeed and I

do not begrudge or envy,

not much, not really.

But I do wonder why,

Why am I standing still,

Still,

while other lives move on?

What have I failed to do, God?

Do you hear me,

or have you stopped listening

to me cry?

I am not a perfect man,

but I have seen enough to know

that there has only been One.

Every leader I’ve ever followed has failed

in some way or another.

So, you do bless the imperfect.

What about me:

why am I still here;

why am I not free?

My eyes fail from looking for help.

I look to the hills but none comes,

not from the children of men.

Whom do I have in heaven but Thee?

Nothing on earth appeals to me.

All is lost, as it should be,

So I try to live for Christ,

even though I rarely see any

earthly reward,

and my heart is sick from hope deferred.

I am fully aware and entirely willing

to take all the blame here.

I just don’t know what I’ve done

or failed to do

that merits such persistent

mediocrity.

Is there something more,

something I’m missing here?

Did you call and I failed to hear?

Did I go when I wasn’t called?

Who is deaf like your messenger,

or blind like the one whom You’ve sent?

Open my eyes, Lord,

I want to see Jesus.

Open my ears lord,

and help me to listen.

Don’t pass me by.

Ever I Do

Ever get tired?
I do.
Ever get bored?
I do.
Bored of being mired
in the same sticky clay,
same situation
different day.
I try to keep my hopes up
because there’s nothing good
to be gained from looking down.
Still, it would be easy to drown
in self-pity and petty complaints.
So I keep treading water,
looking up in order to breath.
I thought when I stepped out
on the waves I’d walk
like Jesus,
tried to walk to Jesus,
but the storm is steady
and strong, and I sank

below the surface.

Did I lose sight of Jesus?
At least the air in my lungs
buoyed me up,
and now I take a breath
when I can.
When, oh when
can I just stand?
I don’t mean on land.
I want to walk on these waves,
as no man,
save the Son of Man,
can.
Can I do all things
through Christ?
Will You give me strength?
I have a little bit of faith left.
Is that enough?
Help my unbelief.
Amen.