Monday, March 6, 2017

A Father's Son

"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son..." -John 3.16

The lights are off in the house, the faint glow of a lamp in the adjacent room guiding me down the hall. I almost pass your bedroom and stop. A hand involuntarily reaches inside the doorway and flips the switch. The familiar scene of your bed with it's random clothing strewn across the covers is there. Four steps inside and I stop to read the pages of your Bible open to the last place you read. A touch of your pillow and a quiet prayer of protection as a tear falls. You're perfectly fine and despite the knowing, my heart grieves with intense passion. As the prayer continues, the Comforter begins His work anew - reminding me of those parents who don't have the luxury of ever hearing their child's voice again in this world and that my pain is nothing compared to what they must feel.

Then He whispers in my ear something I've not yet considered. The story of how a Father once gave up His Son for us. For the first time, I see what I've heard my whole life now through the eyes of the Father as He bankrupted heaven and let go of the One most precious to Him. What Love! 

Thank you Son for the lesson in love. I love you Westyn.

Thank you Father for an incomprehensible, invincible AGAPE love! 

Friday, October 5, 2012

Just Out of Reach

"For the wages of sin is death..." ~Rom 6.23

Once trust is broken
Can it ever be the same

Or is the remainder a life that's broken
An existence filled with pain

Choosing to live with questions
And fearing the answers they own

Reaching back to consolation
But useless weeds are all that's grown

Torn between the distant calm
And lost hope's empty shell

Living the knowlege of Heaven
And the reality of Hell

Wednesday, May 23, 2012


c.a.b. 2012

One single hair
Held by broken fingers
One thin strand 
Binding memories that linger

Sitting alone
All alone in the night
The sound of my breathing
Is my ears only sight

One single hair
Held by broken fingers
One thin strand 
Binding memories that linger

Thinking becomes longing
As the hours slip by
Remembering my failures
And the tears that you cried

One single hair
Held by broken fingers
One thin strand 
Binding memories that linger

Emptiness and despair
Now sit on the throne
Where arrogance and pride
Used to make it their own

One single hair
Held by broken fingers
One thin strand 
Binding memories that linger

No rest in my mind
No place I can hide
From courtship of pain
The embracing of night

One single hair
Held by broken fingers
One thin strand 
Binding memories that linger

Where once stood a man
Now there's only a shell
Distant memory of Heaven
And reality of Hell

One single hair
Held by broken fingers
One thin strand 
Binding memories that linger

I've chosen this path
No one else is to blame
Now I stand where it led 
At the door of my shame

One single hair
Held by broken fingers
One thin strand 
Binding memories that linger


Sunday, May 6, 2012

The Lesson of the Oak

 The Lesson of the Oak

The oak towers above the forest
It's fellow arboretum members
Gaze upward at it's height

It's branches supported
By a many-ringed trunk
Bark scarred by years gone-by

It's broad leaves shimmer 
In the gentlest breeze
And hide the noonday sun

Children play in it's shade
A carved heart and initials
The memorial to long lost love

For 150 years it's watched
The change of time
In the earth and it's animates

Day's sunlight and night's storms
Summer's green and winter's white
All feed the cycle of it's ageless life

In spite of it's stature
And immortal defiance
Of lifetimes and time

The source of it's strength
Hidden from human eyes
Reaching deep into nourishing soil

Patiently bursting stones with
It's ever deeper growing
Depths equal to the highest branches

Dwelling in the cool dark earth
Fed by earthworms and decay
Drinking in the purest rain

It stands proud, tall and true
Regardless of the scarring
Of branches severed by life's winds

It stands upward reaching
Undeterred by time or pain
A monument of determination to life

The source of it's strength 
Is not in it's size or beauty
Or any of the things apparent to us

The source of it's strength 
Is under our feet and unseen
By our simple eyes

The source of it's strength
Is it's unwavering, ever-growing 
Clenched fist on it's foundation

Thursday, April 5, 2012

"When the accusers heard this, they slipped away one by one, beginning with the oldest, until only Jesus was left in the middle of the crowd with the woman. Then Jesus stood up again and said to the woman, “Where are your accusers? Didn’t even one of them condemn you?”  “No, Lord,” she said. And Jesus said, “Neither do I. Go and sin no more.” ~Jn. 8:9-11 (NLT)

Your PAST.

The voices who want to remind you of it are everywhere you around you and inside your headThey use it to hold you back, to tell you that you are defined by what they want you to remember. They want you to be crippled by shortcomings and moments of weakness. They want you to never forget what you did to hurt yourself and others. After all, how can you muster the audacity to hold your head up when YOU did "all those things"? 

They must be something special to have put up with you all this time....

It's time to let go of your past. Time to stop using it as an excuse for why you CAN'T. Time to start LIVING.

It's time to "GO"...

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Kindred Spirits

Memories and Wondering
For far too long a time
All your substance yielded
Was the subsistence 
For my mind

Two separate lives living
Across finite time and space
Reading past treasured words
Scribed blue ink giving chase

To memories and dreams
Of summer night's 
Innocence of things
That bring smiles to light

Now words born in the mind
Coming fast with the speed of light
Carrying time and distance
Guarded reservation's resistance
Destroyed by kinship of sight

They fall on eyes and land in thought
And heart leaps with memories
That run uncaught
At the sound of an unheard voice
And it's familiar refrain

Hundreds of miles
A lifetime of years
A thousand faded smiles
A million drying tears
Could not, have not
Untied the bonds that 
Hold the most Kindred of Spirits

Sunday, March 18, 2012


And sleep wont come.

Thoughts physically forced from conciousness
Return one time more than the strength needed to 
Remove them and they stand inside the mind
Defiantly smiling their crooked grins.

About things only the weak would ponder
Motives of actions and the headings of chosen course.

Given glimpses of hidden happenings
Shared snippets of a parallel world
And the mind completes the portrait
The hidden scene comes into view.

Comes on the heels of total immersion
The embrace of heart and mind
The body opens the door of fragility
And the soul runs headlong inside.

Neitzche was an angry, empty soul
But his view of the abyss becomes truth.

Remains where it's always been
Never moving from it's Gibraltic stature
Standing at arm's length
It's location and it's lesson.

To give the freedom to watch and learn
By giving the freedom to others to live
And watching the lessons they teach.

Always announcing itself through pain
Like the bones of the young ones
At night when it's time to sleep.

Does expectation of evolution forget
So quickly that NOW is when the idioms 
Ring so true and words shouted in strength
Fall on weakness' deaf ears retain their meaning?

Stimulus and response dictates change.

Outside eyes will not see the end from the now
Their mouths and hands will attempt to dictate
To mold this pliable thing that is you 

Ten million puppeteers ten million times a day
In ten million ways to control 
When they cant even control themselves.
Vicarious living at it's best.

Giving Growth the room it needs
To do it's work of change
Requires the blind acceptance of
Creation and remembrance that Creation comes from WITHIN.

ALONE brings change and not other's ideas
Inside is where the work, pain, struggle and motivation
To continue breathing reside.

The throne of the mind is NEVER taken, ONLY given.
Allow only strength to rule there
Do not attempt to control others


But evolve into YOU