The Fire


I won’t talk about the fire
when I’m in it
rage, inferno
you. won’t. burn. Me.

I don’t focus on the fire
all consuming
to dust I turn
don’t. think. Me. dead.

I cannot run from the fire
steel is forged here
sharp, steady, blade
you. can’t. wield. Me.


Another Step

Beneath the gleaning of my soul,
a winter’s icy road does track
the weight of my journey’s tread.
Another step a little nearer, and a little nearer still.

This season ends on that hellish frosts thaw.
These many years where death sought my soul.
Not even sorrow could kill the Light that leads Me.
Another step a little farther, and a little farther still.

I see beyond my reach, a new vision burns.
That glaciered mountain melts before me in its heat.
My thirsty heart is healed by those Living Waters, and She beckons.
Another step a little nearer, and a little farther still!

Matthew 26:39
And after going a little farther, He fell face down and prayed, saying,“My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; yet not as I will, but as You will.”

Never Really Gone

I danced upon the moon, and no one noticed.
I climbed upon a star and shot myself like a sling
Across the galaxy very very far – and no one saw.
I blinked an eye and disappeared to a world beyond
And no one asked – where did she go?
Because though I’d left – I was never really gone.

Love Spell

I have created around myself
a barrier of such magnitude,
a pulsating beating living energy
that can only be penetrated by
pure acts of Love, genuinely bestowed
in a manner of good intention.
Anything else will hit upon this wall, and
reverberate back into the nothingness
from which it came, and All will
be aware of its powerless effects.

Yesterday Lingers Still

(a before and happily ever after)

I have seen her there
behind the couch,
hiding in the shadows
from angry words.
Her tormentor;
An empty bottle
looming over her.
The broken glass.
The shattered pots.
A green leaf floating slowly down.
Time stops, as it makes its way to the soiled floor
with a crash of silence.
A tear falls.
All is quiet for a while.
Until the bottle steals away the hour once more.


I have seen her there
behind the couch,
hiding in the shadows,
and at first I am afraid.
But then her laughter brings me back.
Soft spoken lullabies.
Scattered toys.
Boo! She yells,
and runs across the crisp clean floor.
A race ensues.
I win, grasping her in my arms
with a crash of silence.
A tear falls.
All is quiet for a while.
Until her laughter steals away the hour once more.

Die Living

I cannot see from their bent down places
Marred by derision worn placidly on their faces
As if not there though it be masked
They live like stones stopped where their cast
On dusty roads unlit unpaved
These wanton souls whom love has staved
And me unmet here where I’ve stood
Have never found a brotherhood
For I don’t see my way the same
I myself not lost not lame
And so begrudged of them I stand
For not assuming this death this land
I will not continue onward in this way
Or lest I too die living where I lay

The Gleaning

To those of us who walk by faith, not sight,
Amidst the watching souls, though doubting still,
We answer to the calling of the Light!

Their crippled wings do claim from most His flight.
Yet wiser hearts do follow perfect will,
To those of us who walk by faith, not sight.

While treasure sought for gain’s a weary plight,
The Truth is buried in that costly thrill,
We answer to the calling of the Light!

Our worlds so slowly spinning out of right,
This gleaning of the soul to He who’ll till
To those of us who walk by faith, not sight.

Self-made fires blaze in a blackened night!
He who devours, pleasures there — until,
We answer to the calling of the Light!

True passion is the wick He does ignite!
In our weakness, His strength He does reveal,
To those of us who walk by faith, not sight,
We answer to the calling of the Light!

Power to Create

I have manifested all sorts of energies
The entire spectrum have I crossed
Each step of my own choosing
Every lesson gleaned for the gain
In darkness I found sorrow and reaped compassion
It was there I learned to love myself unconditionally
In light there is joy abounding making charity easy
And I learned that giving was in actuality receiving
I danced in the energies, every one “good and bad”
And there found the power of my soul
I yielded gratitude to the darkness and sorrow became my friend
I bid it well and rode the light back to joy and found bliss
And I came away with a wisdom found only by experience
It was always me. Moving me. I have the power to decide.
Every thought creates a feeling that directs my next step.
I can believe beyond what I see and create magic in my future
Or I can create pain be seeing only what is and enforcing more of the same
I have the power to make worlds as I think them if I allow my emotions to believe them!
And you have the power to create in this same way – and you’re doing it every day.
So let me ask you to look around. What is it you are creating? Is it wanted?
If you take responsibility for what you see, you have the power to create differently.


No one wants to be stilled – not really.
What is precious about an idle thing?
What value do we ascribe to dormancy?
We say, “oh how solid is that weakness,
How sullied and forlorn – how useless!”
And we hold a sense of pity and of pride
Against such transitory states,
(as though we never knew them for ourselves).
No great and broken thing was ever transformed
But by the Gentle Hand of Healing and the
Willingness to be stilled.
Restoration comes not from idle work nor restless busyness.
But by Mercy, Love, Grace and Rest.
Fruitless things to those who never Trust.