Listen

July 18, 2009


sometimes a tune
     hummed
sometimes a word
     spoken
cool of the day
still of the night
connection

My Calling: God Spoke in the Shower

July 1, 2009


God spoke to me today
while I was in the shower
washing my hair.

Tell of my love.

I covered my head and my face
with my arms
and I wept.

David was a prophet.

Walking On Water

May 26, 2009

I want to walk on water.
               I want to dip my toes in the icy sea
               and feel the frothing foam
               hold my weight above the depths;
               to frolic over the fishes,
               to dance upon the waves
               and scream my lungs out
               over the roar of the storm;
               to have my steps lit
               by lightning all around;
               to be scared witless,
               but not fearing,
               knowing that it is not
               my flatfootedness holding me up,
               but by one word,
               but by Your word—
               come.

Peter did it.

Reflections on a Past

(November 1992)
At this time my father did not have a relationship with God (that I knew of). He was going from wife to wife, dream to dream, doing his own thing. He finally remarried my mother (25 years after their divorce), renewed his relationship with Jesus, and is now ministering through music to the elderly. Go God!


Sat down to a meal
          of kidney beans and rice—
                    cornbread on the side.
Handed down from daddy.
          Certain he got it from his.
                    Where’d he get his direction?

God, don’t let me go that way.

Lookin’ at 30 Years of TIME—
          photos of history—60’s through 80’s:
                    a lifetime.

                    Erection of walls’
                    torn down again—
                              still there.

                    Massive achievements
                              (token really)
                    amidst naked foreign children
                    and half-naked American women.

                    Erections of men’s lusts—
                              for greed—
                              for power—
                              for a snapshot in the history book.

                    Powerful men—
                              some died;
                              all dead.

                    Anger in the eyes
                    of those who don’t
                    know their cause;
                    passionate appeals
                    from voices that dreamed;
                    desirous glee
                    from the apathetic.

                    Fires in souls,
                    fires in Watts,
                    souls in fire.
                    Napalm replaces brimstone.

A glossy, two-dimensional world.
          Pick it up; put it down.

Turned back to the fixin’s on the plate—
          the beans were cold.

                    God, don’t let me go that way.