the unworthy wanderer

mangled mind, (hands) flee to (words) unspoken, they can't reach. the hands are my emotions, the words are memories I damn everyday. damn them. haunting Christ haunts me, haunts the living, haunts the dead. all the same. all conscious. did I think that Christ would resurrect my mind, or just my body? I know what … Continue reading mangled mind

the fields lie fallow, the wells dry, the market quiet. where do the good boys go when there is no seed to plant in the fields? where do the good girls go when there is no wheat to make into bread? is it war that has taken them? a foreign army that has ransacked the … Continue reading fallow field, hallowed whore

surely hell wastes before our eyes, and Abaddon punches the clock at 8:59 am. surely dreams bring us into outer darkness, and from 11:00 pm to 6:00 am we gnash our teeth and weep. indeed, my mother told me to wash my face in the morning. I didn't realize it was to wipe off the … Continue reading stairway, O stairway, where art thou?

What lies at the heart of atheism is a distrust in anything that I cannot see. Like newborns, whose reality is only as far as their eyes can see (all else that leaves the immediate room in the child’s infant mind do not exist), so atheism prescribes the same kind of malady upon all of … Continue reading without faith (does not exist)

One fine morning in the green wood a small bird flew about, looking for some breakfast. He happened upon a nice, fat slug, slowly and groggily moving about on a rock. The slug, looking up to see the bird descend upon him, cried out, "Mercy! I pray do tell me why must you come down … Continue reading The Bird And His Breakfast

you entrance my senses, smell and earth and beauty and smoke, stir my heart to remember you. you confound my logic, data and reason and science and fact, disappear beneath the weight of perfect trust. it is my delight to become a living cruciform, a blazing altar which water cannot put out. the sweet death … Continue reading how offensive (how beautiful)

I wish I could tell you a thousand things. But that wouldn't help. And it's not what you think. It's not even really words, ideas, and thoughts. Friendship isn't complicated. It's doesn't necessitate intimacy, it necessitates understanding and empathy. I get it. It's easier to kill a friend than to keep one alive while they're … Continue reading dead men

2020. If you've tuned into modern Christianity for the past few months or so you know what everyone has been saying about this easy play-on-word. Vision. Clarity. 2020. Cute, most think, at best. I think it's deeper, though. All throughout the Bible we find word association, plays on words, and poetic, pictorial imagery that uses … Continue reading From Navel-Gazing To Glory-Gazing (To ADORE Him)

i knew it was only a matter of time, before you broke my mind, broke me. yet my heart remained intact. you are too beautiful for my mind to comprehend, too wonderful for my intellect to dissect, too powerful for my tongue to explain. you are not a mirror, you are a fire. you are … Continue reading earth/embrace

brother, my brother! why do you slumber? why do you sleep? the world awaits you, yet still you close the curtains, and draw your eyelids shut. what monsters hide in the closets of your infant mind? what horror lurks in the shadows of your anxious thoughts? will you never rouse yourself, and see the morning … Continue reading brother, my brother!