When I was a child I thought like a child

I played like a child

I joked like a child

I smiled like a child

I had faith like a child.

At 9 years old I deemed it absolutely, one hundred percent necessary

to disassociate myself from every single childish way, thought, and action I had once held so dear.

From that day, I was never the same.

With that fateful action whence I destroyed my childish

thoughts, jokes, smiles, and faith I subsequently lost something. Big.

I lost my Goodnight Moon and the peaceful airs of that great green room

I lost my Little Engine That Could. Man, that guy. He understood.

I said goodbye to “I think I can, I think can.”

How could I do that, and think that was smart?

Cause at 9 years old I thought I had to be tough enough?

Had to be smart enough? Had to be old enough?

Well. I wish I could have told myself that day,

that every thought, every joke, smile, and ounce of faith I had as a child

I would spend a lifetime trying to get back. Trying to live again.

In the scriptures it explains,

“We love Him because he first loved Us."

This phrase not only depicts

The essence of your relationship with the Father

It also explains your social disposition towards others

The Father loves you,

And you choose to love the Father.

This act has twofold relevance, however,

For one cannot love the Father and not

Resist the unbearable urge to love every

Entity you meet forthwith.

But where do you see that?

No, sadly I see that a “God flavored" Christian club believes 

That they will change the world with slogans and graphic tees.

Contrary to what Christian scientists say, we have evolved. 

Evolved from people meeting in homes and sharing everything 

To becoming so misled, we become indistinguishable from an indoctrinating, self-righteous political party.

Open you eyes! 

Raise your head above your love/hate relationship with confusion. 

A perfect love is yours.

More potent than lies and hatred.

This perfect love is yours.

Tides

Buoys methodically rise and fall to the commands of the moon
The dock creaks under the low strain of the vessels fixed to it
Undefined lights flicker far from my vision’s forefront
They rise and fall like the tides

Cobalt green waters progress up the shore
Unclenching the elements found days before

Slow music plays intended for a stranger
Unknowingly meant for me
The few distorted stars declare magnificence
They rise and fall like the tides

A westbound wind causes the yachts to teeter
Something else though makes me linger

The methodic tides persist
Eliciting conviction within me
They make me question
Do I rise and fall like the tides?


(inspiration credit due to Luke Lasley’s short film The Lemon Tree)
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For Righteousness' Sake

The last sustained note

Drifted away
The last harmonic throat
Sang the anthem


The tired sinews
Watched it come
As the deep dark hues
Pressed towards them


Knees slapped the dark mire
No defense
Provoked an ire

Bones burst in loud display

Malevolence

And Death on the Lord’s Day

Many yearning hearts

Cried to their God

Through these bloody arts

They held on

Holding onto the serene

“But even if you should suffer for the sake of righteousness, you are blessed. AND DO NOT FEAR THEIR INTIMIDATION, AND DO NOT BE TROUBLED,”

-1 Peter 3:14

The Surge

I do not understand
How it surges through my hand
Spider-like it crawls my arm
Yet safe, brings me no harm

Like Basking in the light of day
The notes come alive as I play
It’s bigger that this, than me
It’s a song composed to He

It burns like a thousand fires
This passion loud, a hundred choirs
My fingers touch the ivory notes
Love declared by a world of throats

This joy I will never hide
This song will always be cried
“To the great I AM, the King
Forever will our praises ring”

Amazing

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Glory Walls

The grass that grows across the earth

Never diseased and always in birth

And the flowers sprouting up beside them

But they’re bitter from the seed to the stem

Because the grass’s all the people, and the flower’s all their glory

And when you lose that you don’t have much in the inventory

Because the grass withers, and the flower fall

And at that, fall your shifty walls

What if we could take down glory

Turn a page of this story

A better world I’m thinkin’

A great God I’m seekin’

To tear down those walls

Cause those earthly things don’t have nothin’

They’re so twisted and broken

Because their foundation is sand

But you go to God and he gives you rock land

God is your Glory and Salvation

In his steadfast arm you cannot be shaken