Tag Archives: God

Great Beast

landing in a whales belly
upon the shining sea
sails set moonless course
drifting with a plea

break down this pride
to build back up
a journey meant to free
honesty beset this soul
anchor then to thee

set me down in cardinal points
to catch an onshore wind
i will tell of life adrift
before perfection lend


Christmas Quiet

awoke at dream’s flight
something on my mind
perhaps, more correctly
something on my heart
a prophet, a man, God 
depicted in every color
so that all can relate
random date assigned 
birth time celebration
it is not about one day 
hope birthed anew
annual renewal reminds
ours is not to act as God 
we only extend invitation
the divine into humanity
Saviour in the recognition
of splendid common ground
awakening once more to belief

Immortal Touch

i am in search of a muted oracle
a texture i can grasp in my hands
i’m surrounded by silent wilderness
a quest for supreme master’s plan

it might be in the wool of animals
found sifting through darkest sand
in the weight of an artist’s charcoal
gravedigger’s shovel heavy in hand

i think i might know when i find it
yet not from sight, smell, or sound
i will hold it tight then embrace it
with one touch of divine i’ll be bound

Indigo Shadows

i come to you wrapped
in crimson speckled gauze
broken spirit my greatest gift
unable to discern the future
hearing only whispers of the
wistful spirits of ancestors
i choose you over crystal ball
standing at summer’s end watching
sunset usher in your indigo shadows
clinging to the wart of carnal vice
seeking easy distraction, shelley, stoker 
like trick or treat housing idle threat
but what of my autumn harvest
faithful fruit and divine offering
can i shed this costume and
return to eden

My Infinite God

i find God in all of my senses

the color that explodes across a branch canvas in the autumn sun

the idea that light bends to make me a personal palette of perception

the scent flowers’ bloom spreads across the mountain meadow of spring

the cilia of sensory neurons sending sweet messages to my brain

the sharp feel of winter’s breeze during a brisk morning walk

the natural release of endorphins while in the pangs of childbirth

the eruption of flavor inundating my tongue with summer’s fruit

the arrangement of 10,000 taste buds on the surface of my tongue

the echoes of canyons that scream out to crystalline skies

the vibrations of sound waves beating off the drums of my ears

the inclination that there is more beyond the microscope’s view

the certainty that we cannot reach the ends of the heavens

the amazement that my life has been graced by you

if you know my infinite God, please write where God is found

it is my wish to send up an offering of awareness and gratitude

Bamboo Aspirations



in a land of ciphers, there is no petition

no solicitation, for the position of Job

though some may die for the divine

nobody signs up to endure the levy

like bamboo in the wind, one must bend

but not be broken, touch bare ground

yet not fracture, though trials be endless

flex ever forward, always yearning for

the cultivation of wisdom that leads to