A poem

A poem — Woe to you who pull the strings who manufacture war and other evil things. Woe to you who manipulate the economy to fill your pockets while plunging others into poverty. Woe to you who think life is a game for you to play with no regard to the suffering you create along…

Courageously voicing our pain brings hope for change — Bartimaeus, a blind man, was sitting by the roadside begging when he heard Jesus walking by. He cried out, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” (Mark 10:47, NRSV) The crowd turned on Bartimaeus to silence him, maybe thinking that Jesus wouldn’t bother with someone as unimportant as a…

A great, but subtle, attack on our spiritual life we may not be aware of — I’ve come to believe that one of the more effective forms of spiritual warfare waged against us is the subtle way our time, energy and attention are diverted from those things that are important to those that are not. We are constantly bombarded, particularly by social media, advertising, and the…

Finding reason to not give up, when there seems little reason to keep going — You likely know that Vincent van Gogh is considered one of the greatest artists of all time. But did you know that of the more than 1500 paintings and drawings that make up his life’s work, he sold only one in his lifetime? …

A poem — Raindrops falling softly from grey mist floating like a necklace draped upon the wild barren hilltops. Softly falling raindrops that cool the oppressive heat that water the parched earth after a long spell of dry. Drought and flood, feast and famine sunshine and rain sorrow and joy. Whether good or…

A poem — It has been said that the seeds of what we will do lie within us. Some seeds dormant have lain, many seasons entombed beneath the trampled soil of our lives. Trapped beneath the stomping feet of fear and doubt and opinions of those who share not our imaginings. We listen…

A poem — We danced upon the sandy shore my little gypsy girl and I as the smell of rain lay heavy against a brooding purply sky. We danced upon the sandy shore the rain bouncing off our hair the dark of night had fallen but we danced without a care. The light…

A poem Dandelion seeds float gently by on evening’s golden light as mid-summer heat surrenders to the cool embrace of night. A full moon slowly rises beautiful and bright painting the quiet landscape a pale shade of white. And stillness settles like grains of sand upon a now silent resting land…