Tuesday, October 30, 2012


I joy am
Free I am
I am me
I am free
Me I am
Joy am I.

Monday, October 29, 2012


The universe
One heart, one place
We are all complete.
One nation, birthing, life, face.
Yahweh: truth and peace.

One mind, one joy
One soul, one being
One body, one light to shine
One for all, for all is One
Creation identified.


I want protection
I want peace
I want you to value me
I want to have everything
I want to be a central being
I never want to be rejected
I so want to be accepted
I don't ever want to feel pain
I won't go through that again
I'll just do what's comfortable
I'm the reason you'll never be Full.


I am joy and I am peace
I'm the only way to be free
I am faith and I am trust
I am righteous I am just
To reach me, all self must die
There's no way for it to hide
For if self is left behind
Fullness will not dwell inside
When self is dead, joining's complete
Being One is truly everything
Needs suddenly cease to be
I am all you'll ever need.


Wednesday, October 24, 2012


Sometimes I am tempted to question Yahweh
What are you doing with my life?
But then I remember this I shouldn’t say
This life I live isn’t really mine.

I gave it to Him a long time ago
And it will be His forever
He paid for it dearly for He loves me so
He counts me a precious treasure.

I trust You, Yahweh, I can walk this out
For you have not left me alone
I WILL walk in faith, I will have no doubt
I know you are leading me home.

So I will hold on to the Truth which I know
The truth that’s woven into this poem
On the other side I will look back with pride
Grateful that I could keep going. 


It's Not What You Feel, But What You Know

Sometimes I feel that I am being chopped into thousands of little pieces stroke by stroke with one sharp, two-edged sword
But more importantly,
I know You’ll put me back together again.

Sometimes I feel that I am being held underwater so long that I will drown before I can get one more breath
But more importantly,
I know You are the Breath of Life in me.

Sometimes I feel that I can’t walk even one more step, and that to try will make me fall to the floor
But more importantly,
I know Your Word is to keep going.

Sometimes I feel like I can’t do this anymore
But more importantly,
I know it’s already done. 

Saturday, October 20, 2012


The life in a seed
The currents in an ocean
The wind in the leaves
The glory in the chosen.

It's the purpose in a dream
The whisper in a promise
The joy in the peace
The Christ that is in us.

It's the rest in the battle
The faith in a word
The voice in the darkness
Bringing light to the world.

The victory in silence
The Truth that's redeemed
The joy set before Him
The reason for being.

The treasure within
These vessels of Earth
The inherent redemption
From that which was cursed.

The garden of Eden
That great promised land
The ability to walk with Yahweh
Hand in hand.

Heaven and Earth
Together as One.
The universe in one heart
The bride that says "Come!"

The Creator placed value
In His creation
"Evaluate us, Yahweh!
Let it be not masked by sin!"

Inherent and internal
It's always been there
We manifest our own value
The Christ which we bear.

Friday, October 19, 2012


How strange that
The more I think I can accomplish on my own,
The less I walk in omnipotence.

How funny that
The healthier I become,
The more I recognize sickness.

How odd that
Though I walk through death,
I've never been so alive.

Or is it?
Who says?

Yahweh said
The first shall be last
And the last shall be first.

Perhaps it isn't Yahweh
Who's being paradoxical here.

With whose perspective
Are we seeing the world?

Thursday, October 18, 2012

The Ministering Temple

The Ministering Temple

My body
The temple of Holy Spirit
In which my soul and spirit
Minister to Yahweh

In which we commune
And become One
Not like in the days of law
When the Presence was deadly

Not like in the days of legalism
But like Father and Son
Sitting at a table

“Father, what can I do for you?”
“I will need provision.”
“You already have it.”

My body
The temple of Holy Spirit
A vehicle through which He moves
The only temple that isn’t just
A building with stones or wood
The only temple
That can, of itself,

Minister to

And we are become One. 

Monday, October 15, 2012



Past the whirlpool of exhaustion
And desperation
Out of the inhospitable waters of death
I see.

Past the fear and the sadness
The anger and threats
Out into life
I see.

Looking up at the stars
In the darkened night sky
A heavenly host
I can see.

I am not alone
For this heavenly host
Continuously surrounds me
I see.

And it’s Commander
With beckoning eyes
Bright luminescence
I see. 

A flickering gesture 
For me to arise
"Come up and join me."
I agree. 


Sometimes, it feels like I am under millions of gallons of crushing water. The pressure is so great, I don’t know how I can bear it another moment. Breath, which is life, can seem so far away when under these waters. It is an inhospitable place, not meant for humans.

And worse, when I look up, I see with distorted perception. The water blurs the view of the sky. It shimmers and undulates in meaningless patterns that make it difficult to discern Truth amidst lies.

And Truth is all that can save me. All that can keep me from going down into the deep abyss, the chasm of darkness below me that does not permit light to shine.

And then there is the undertow. That ever-present threatening current that is just inches below your feet. One wrong move, and it seems like you could be sucked away, out of your own control, into a whirlpool of exhaustion and desperation in which you fight, so hard, to escape but you can never seem to manage.

But there is that Truth. There. It can save me. It is above the water, waiting. Waiting for me to see. If I could just see it, I could ascend. From the waters of death to waters of life.

Serendipitously, I have a periscope.