This Fight is Futile

This Fight is Futile

We really show no signs of bending do we….

Or humbling ourselves before God……

I think He is showing us both where we are really at……

I think He is calling us to step aside from our pride….

He’s smiling, maybe chuckling…..

He knows we both think we are right but He has all the wisdom…..

It’s Never Too Late

It’s Never Too Late

To take a slower more authentic road
To follow your own bent
To have courage when you are passed by
To smile when the setback comes
To remember God is always there
To find happiness in Memories
To cool your jets and hedge your bets
To smile just because you’re alive
To give your smile away today

Hands

Hands

Patty cake bakery
Baker man!
You use flour
We, only our hands

Here’s the church
Here’s the steeple
Open the door
And see all the people.

Morning Prayers

Morning Prayers

Where am I
to go?
What am I
To do?
Next Steps??
I am weary.

I ask:
I want wisdom.
Have hesitancy.
Have dreams.
Always have headlights
reflected
in my eyes.

Sleeping with Dead Soldiers

Sleeping with Dead Soldiers

He tasted sea salt
Somehow feeling nothing.
Feet and legs overhead
Noise was awful.

This one, he saw
his blood.
It hurt so bad.
Then, the scream.
MAMA, HELP ME!

Popcorn Jesus

Popcorn Jesus

Deep inside His skillet
The searing heat swells
It is a hell of sorts
The only hell
He ever made.

Hell with a purpose
Hell to be thankful for
Hell with a burn
Hell that makes us turn