Artistic Joy

I want to go to that Heavenly land where poetry is borne on lilac perfume.

And heart-felt prose flow in mighty rivers of sparkling-clean, ideal dreams.

That golden refuge that houses my muse whom I love, cherish, and adore!

Ah, splendid solitude! Lost in sacred act of weaving ideas on creative loom;

Retrieving Truth from Tragedy; Re-telling as something beautiful on reams

Of hand-crafted paper; An astounding story as it’s never been told before!

With masterful illustrations, in vivid color within flowing lines that bloom,

And blossom, as new ideas in the minds of all viewing my artistic schemes;

Crowning joy; Purpose complete! Artists abide and breathe in imaging lore!

Joy for the Lost and Lone!

Silence roars within the souls of the lost and lone!

Deafening white noise eradicates rational thought;

Obliterates imagination; Rosy ideals end in a moan!

Wealth, worldly greatness, nothing can be bought,

To satisfy the empty, stark realization of soul alone;

No solace from mankind, nothing mankind taught,

Prepares the lost soul for standing naked to atone!

In this the reckoning hour, earthy things matter not!

Realize separation from the Living God and groan!

Understand eternal loneness; with torment fraught!

In this quiet moment choose not to die in the lone!

Grasp the proffered Hand of the One you’ve fought!

Grace- Love-Life! Be ye not lost! Be no longer alone!

Still Voice whispers, “I Am here!” Bind in Faith’s knot!

Holy Spirit, enter the heart! Joy for the lost and lone!

Redeemed through Jesus, by His Holy blood bought!

Jesus won’t leave souls given Him to suffer the lone!





Joy in a Melancholy Shroud

Inflated thoughts and lost dreams; absorbed in the vacuum;

In the midnight of isolation, sanity dangles by a silken thread;

Am I upside down, or right-side up, or maybe laying side-ways?

No one cares about those dying, those living on borrowed bread;

Boxed in neglect; Dying slow, in the little bits of day’s-fading-days.


Melancholy tarnishes the gold; not discussed in polite company;

This common process called death; we all share in but suffer alone;

For some the thread suddenly snaps! But others may hang-on-long…

In bodies of agony and pain; With active minds; Recounting to atone;

Reliving life; Still dreaming; Still longing; Rosy remembering in a song!


Beating heart’s unsteady gait falters; pounds in an unfamiliar rhythm;

This rough, long ride is coming to an end! Faithful steed, take me home!

Then rest when your beat ceases and this thin thread snaps! Yes, I will fall!

Into God’s Hands that never neglect, the faith kept soul in a forgotten tome!

Everything lost to be restored seven-fold, to those who obey the Savior’s call!


Hope is Jesus when long-hanging by a thin thread; Joy shrouded in melancholy;

Living in thought but not in action; the mind is where dreams and memory meld;

Regret and pain constantly accuse; tormentors who by faith must be overcome!

All must die but those who die in Christ are not alone, joined by Holy Spirit weld!

Rise and live again; fully glorified! Death ends in full Life and Joy! Oh! Jesus Come!




Never-you-mind what I said the other day;

While I do this, you-all look the other way!

Better yet, you-all close your eyes to pray,

As I watch seeking an opportunity to prey,

On the little guy; all know I’m here to stay!

On this you can depend, I’ll not walk away!

Political games are what I just love to play!

You need ME to keep our enemies at bay!

Don’t you listen to what truth-sayers say!

Naiveté isn’t relevant to the world today;

Crafty gray lies; this is the diplomatic way,

To achieve peace, keeps all poverty away!

No right or wrong, black or white, all gray,

Depends on political winds blowing today!

So, never-mind what I said the other day,

Remember you need ME, I’m here to stay!







Joy for the Broken!

Sharpened shards of shattered thought do haunt;

Twisting perception, by imagination into madness;

Deflecting sanity and chanting the same old taunt;

Removing all superfluous hope and joy in gladness!

Don’t peer long into the darkness; evil’s eyes gaunt!

Disease does spread! Infecting hearts with sadness;

Manufactured misery; malignancy; it produces want;

Woe to the child raised in such black-holed madness!

Inheriting the wind in the brokenness and the haunt,

Of past generations, all ownership of future madness!

Do you hear it? The Devil’s gleeful and jeering taunt?

Destroying good, tainting childish hearts by madness!

This is his goal: Destroy them by generational haunt!

Only, Truth can break the cycling of abuse sadness!

By one mind at a time and re-writing life in new font;

Upright sanity found in Christ, He restores gladness!

Enlightens! Shines bright in dark eyes emptied haunt,

By ancestral ghosts, trapped in hereditary madness!

Jesus is the Way to end mad jeers, every devil taunt!

Heals sick minds by His Truth; Rejoice with gladness!

As old ghosts die and God’s Love fills all inner want!

Joy for the broken in Jesus! Truth ends the madness!



The Second Mile

38 “You have heard that it was said, ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’[f] 39 But I tell you not to resist an evil person. But whoever slaps you on your right cheek, turn the other to him also. 40 If anyone wants to sue you and take away your tunic, let him have your cloak also. 41 And whoever compels you to go one mile, go with him two. 42 Give to him who asks you, and from him who wants to borrow from you do not turn away.

43 “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor[g] and hate your enemy.’ 44 But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you,[h] 45 that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust. 46 For if you love those who love you, what reward have you? Do not even the tax collectors do the same? 47 And if you greet your brethren[i] only, what do you do more than others? Do not even the tax collectors[j] do so? 48 Therefore you shall be perfect, just as your Father in heaven is perfect.

The Joy in Forgiveness

Time wears away at the facts within a memory;

But time, can’t prevent the wound from scaring;

Or prevent mindless hand from caressing reverie,

The cold, rough lump, which stiffens love’s caring;

A madness of sorts; this living in the past’s territory!

Lost in yesterday; and past hurts in present bearing;

Brokenness unburied, lye outside time’s cemetery;

Scars that bleed; and build thick with daily tearing;

Scars where smooth flesh should be; twist memory,

Tying distorted knots of hate! Embittered wearing

Away all joy, all peace; love lost in heart’s cemetery;

Forgiveness if received and given stops the scaring!

Releasing the bitter poison that darkens a memory!

Lets in the Light! Stops hand from mind re-tearing,

By daily reliving, hurts belonging in past’s territory!







It isn’t Terror, It Is Horror

“Fourteen people were murdered in San Bernardino yesterday.”

“Yeah, I read that this is the 352nd mass shooting this year;

Four hundred and sixty dead so far…”

“Prayers and flowers aren’t enough. They need to take guns away!”

“Oh, you bleeding heart! Don’t you know you’re playing into fear?”

“Oh yeah? What’s your side done so far?

God and guns! That’s the answer! Bible thumping, that’s the way!”

“Well, all you care about you liberal fool, is smoking dope, drinking beer!

It’s no wonder the country has slid so far!”

“Yeah, that’s right and you worship the great sky-daddy! It doesn’t pay!

Religion should be outlawed! Nothing but old superstitions and fear!

Look where your God has taken us so far!”

“You fool! The world will be so much better when God wipes you all away!

You’d better watch who you’re talking to! You better have some fear!

My patience is short! Patience only goes so far!”

“You asinine Neanderthal! First you curse me and then tell me I should pray?

You hypocritical, throwback of evolution! I want all of you dead! Get out of here!

It’s your fault! Your ideals led us away so far!”

“You self-loathing liberal! You are blind to the enemy and bring them home to stay!

You hater of God, mom, and apple pie! Good for nothing but to mock and jeer!

We good folks will only allow you to go so far!”

“You bigoted, ignorant hater! Don’t you know you worship the same God as ‘they’?

That wrathful God is the God I hate! The same God you worship and tell me to fear!

My reason won’t allow me let you go that far!”

“All of you think you are so smart but we’re the ones with all the guns stashed away!

Your side can abort yourselves into oblivion! Do you think I care!

Don’t push me! I can take this very far!”

“Yeah, right tough guy! There’s more than one way to kill a bigot! You better start to pray!

Your side has dished it out long enough! Now, pay your share!

Exterminate the lot of you! Yeah, I’ll go that far!”


Fourteen people were murdered in San Bernardino yesterday.

352 mass shootings, with 460 people dead, just this year;

Murderous hearts take it all too far!

It isn’t terror, it’s a horror, that seems to be here to stay;

It isn’t God, or guns, there’s no political fix; it’s murderous fear,

That drives the need to control too far!

Has enough blood been spilled to turn us around to walk another way?

Or will we continue to seek solutions in death and fear?

Are we really so stubborn to take it so far?

Have you done a body count for this new century, or did you just notice yesterday?

Millions have died in this war of terror, this horrifying war of fear!

Blood is everywhere and it has gone much too far!

Jesus weeps for those who were gunned down and died yesterday,

He knows them all; lovingly counts the number of every fallen hair;

And weeps over murderous hearts taking it too far!





Joy in Digital Wonderland

Here I sit securely, in my comfy chair;

All the world’s evil resting lightly on my lap;

Scrolling, clicking, typing, liking, and un-liking!

Deeply embroiled in the war of ideas; wondering;

When it was that the lines of reality blurred? A trap

Door in my mind opened; my peace fell floundering,

Sucked out in the endless vacuum of negative…krap!

Invented by caberos with too much time on their hands!

Evil day dreams; testosterone imaginings! All squandering

Youthful strength and vigor, in digital war-like insanity snap!

What is it I’m doing here? How did I fall down this rabbit hole?

Joy set on a mission to strengthen and enlighten; now meandering;

Joy in Digital Wonderland! Tweeting those joyful tweets about Jesus!

He is the Only true Light; shining bright from centuries past; Life’s hope

His Love remaining; He still saves! Pursuing all lost caberos , work shirking!

Who need a new purpose, guidance, direction, a straightened path to walk!

This is the reason, the mission of Christ that makes discomfort less troubling;

Replenish faith ! An ambassador of Christ, carrying joy to this dark Wonderland;

As I sit securely, in my comfy chair with the world’s evil and hope sitting on my lap?






Joy in an Era of Deception

Sunshine is streaming through every window this morning. The sky is blue and clear on every horizon. It’s still autumn and the grass around my house is green due to the extra rain we’ve been blessed with this year. The sun’s return is exciting after so many days of clouds and I can’t wait to get outside. I put on my slippers and wrap myself in a throw, then open the door leading to my deck, and then stop. Things are not as they appear from my sunny window, a small cracking of the door makes me painfully, aware of how cold it is outside. I was deceived as much by my longing for warm weather, as by the appearance of a warm, sunny day, despite my knowing reality of cold temperatures, in the high desert during this time of year. Disappointed I quickly close the door, grab a cup of coffee, and settle in front of my sunny window with my Bible in hand. It’s cold outside but thanks to Jesus, I have all that I need and though deception may frustrate my desires, it can’t destroy my joy.

As I read and pray, applying those passages to my life, I consider how easily I can be deceived into believing what I want to believe. I think about the times and the deception that pours into my life through another kind of Windows. I’m connected to the world by the screens filled with words, voices, and images, through Windows that open but offer a sense of glass-like protection from the harsh reality containing the view of the outside world that they offer. Without experiencing the climate and conditions of the hard-copy that I experience as virtual reality, I can’t know the full truth of what I view, read, or hear. I’m very likely, to fill in the blanks with my imagination, fueled by my desire to experience what I am longing for. It is my unmet needs and wants that set me up for deception.

The internet is a virtual world of opinion, fantasy, and longing. It is also, a place that promises wealth and power to those willing to use the internet to manipulate others. We all present ourselves somewhat, differently online than what we are in reality, we can’t help it. It is natural to show our best selves publically but some take it to a whole other level. Social media is a narcissist’s dream come true, giving them the ability to re-create themselves as they wish to be and even, the ability to create many false-selves useful for manipulation. Those with good intentions, looking to fill some unmet desire through online experience, are prime targets for those who gain good feelings about themselves by abusing others. Even when there is no abuse intended, people can be deceived by their own imagination filling in the blanks of limited information with what they are looking for in another. When enough time passes for the reality to emerge, people find themselves feeling tricked and used. Sometimes, they are tricked but mostly, they tricked themselves. Online personas aren’t entirely, real but there are real people behind them. Virtual personas can’t feel pain but the people behind them are badly hurt every day.

As I sit in my sunny window, enjoying the warmth and the glow that is a very different reality on the other side of the glass, I consider how God wants me to walk through this new era. How do I maintain joy in a world where most people now, connect virtually more often than in real life. Just as I need warm, sunny days, I need human companionship. How do I participate in the new world, in the midst of so much deception and maintain my joy? The answer comes to me and it comes by the same source that believers have trusted in for answers for many centuries, from God’s Word. It is in allowing God to govern my desires and in my allowing Him to fill my need that protects me from deception. It is in pointing others to Jesus for answers, rather than to me that keeps others from seeing too much in me. Though, I can’t always control how others might imagine me, or always know when they have an ulterior motive, I can trust God’s protection. As in all the ages past, I am to be in the world but not of it, and fulfill my calling by taking the truth about Jesus into a dying world. It isn’t about me, it’s about Jesus and in that fact, I find security from deception. The world is changing rapidly but Jesus remains the same and the joy I have in Him is enough to satisfy every need and desire.