There's a theme I'm brought around to in my life fairly often, at least several times a year. Like God's talking to me but I just can't hear what He's saying. Like maybe I'm not listening hard enough or maybe just over-complicating what's in reality very simple. It wouldn't be the first time I'd made … Continue reading Beautiful, Lethal, Wild
Tomorrow is Sunday But Right Now Doesn’t Have a Name
I see the moon's reflection from 30,000 feet - a flicker off the lead edge of the starboard wing - a shimmer of silver on the surface of freshwater, here one second and gone the next. In this moment I think about how many millennia maybe that lake sat where it was and the moon … Continue reading Tomorrow is Sunday But Right Now Doesn’t Have a Name
The best songs all have heartache in ’em
The best songs all have heartache in 'em 'Cause all of creation is groanin' And good poems smile but the best ones are tearful 'Cause all of history's moanin' And everyone's missin' a day that ain't here yet And everyone's waitin' for last year 'Cause some past years are closer to the day that ain't … Continue reading The best songs all have heartache in ’em
Missing:
The anonymity of airports The ungoverned wastes The deserts of the West Where I had no face No name No place These bid me rest These bid me confess: 'Twas ne'er belonging Nor boardwalks But peace I loved best
Aches
Does he ache, like I ache? Does he feel the present passing like landscapes on a bullet train? Doesn't he know? Doesn't he know soon it will be time for me to go? Life speeds up, it doesn't slow down A call now, a text, from thousands of miles away. But I remember when it … Continue reading Aches
Through the veil – a glass darkly
It's there. Your hand I mean. But maybe that wall isn't. "You're a wall." Punch it. Heyday world it's a grey day, say - hitting that wall sure hurt. But not really. Pains just information. A string of code like any other. That wall hurt your hand when you punched it because the programming is coded … Continue reading Through the veil – a glass darkly
That Moment
Those nights you have that moment. That moment when she's curled up next to you on the couch and you can feel her warmth and her breath across your neck and the words she whispers felt more than heard when she says I love you and her eyes are closed and shes drifting off and all is right and God is nigh and presently you're very aware.
“It’s time to ask yourself Dr. Jones what you believe…..”
An Ode to Worldviews: "Why" is the "Pi" of Philosophy. What are your rights as a person? Do you have any? Did someone give them to you? Who? Why? Do they exist simply by virtue of your person-hood/existence? Why? According to whom? Why? Who defines what person-hood/existence is? Why? What if someone tries to take … Continue reading “It’s time to ask yourself Dr. Jones what you believe…..”
Why Mother’s Day Matters
Where to begin? There was a time, not too many years ago, where I sat with a friend on an apartment patio in a small Texas town. The gathering that brought us together had dissipated through the course of the night as revelers made their way home. The few left had grown quiet and content, … Continue reading Why Mother’s Day Matters
North Of The Home Fires 
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