When the cotton flies on a summer day worries melt in the magic of rose bouquets presented by the Walking Stick Cactus. In the heat of sun and full life, time, age, and winter don’t matter. Swirling white cotton floating on the warm wind lifts my fanciful thoughts to go dancing in a summer-time blizzard. … More Benevolent Power
Vapors rise to form clouds and dreams. Most take flight to drift on a pleasant breeze, Then dissipate unremembered. The few give of themselves to the nurturing of green hills; Causing flowers to bloom in bursting color! While others grow, gather, rumble, and flash! Turning day to night under fear’s shadow; Destructive damaging force! Genesis … More Vapors
A lovely little stroll on the edge of consciousness… Fading out and then fading in… Gathering memories from dreams of Yester-lore… Reality blocked seeps back in… Blend time outside of time, a bit of Heaven’s rest… Slip away preparing to slip in… Twenty-five minutes of Paradise others call a nap!
I’m not a perfect Christian and I won’t pretend to be. In fact, there is nothing more anti-Christ in spirit than an exclusive, pretentious Christianity that upholds a false holiness. I sin less often than when I first believed but I still struggle with sin and I will continue in this battle with my sin … More The Cost
I am a sinner saved by grace and in this present world, I will never be anything else. That doesn’t mean that the grace I’ve received is a cloak for evil. My profession of faith isn’t a ticket to sin without punishment. What I do avoid by my acceptance of Christ is what the Bible … More My Consequence and My Pardon
I wonder if I will ever be too old to notice the first day of spring… The first glint of butterfly wing or the special song new birds sing. Carpets of purple verbena woven with soft grass for hungry deer, Wonder of long gently warm days; far removed from winter fear. This season that comes … More Eternal Spring
My joy isn’t dead, no matter how I feel. Even though everything on my plate is seasoned with pain, Jesus lives! Though the boot-heal of oppression bears down in an attempt to grind me into dust, my hope is un-crushable. Even when my happiness shatters and all those I love move beyond my embrace, love … More The Source of Genuine, Indestructible Joy
On the day Carol became an old woman, she shed several tears. Standing in the threshold of the last days of her life filled her with certain uncertainty. Though life is tenuous at any age, when old age comes everyone knows what comes next and there is no way to dodge death. This dreadful day came … More On the Day She Became an Old Woman
This hope I’m sending on the wings of faith, Is more than my day-dream of goodwill and peace… This is a promise; made so long ago for all willing to receive; Riding the wings of a dove; open up to faith! Be received; held securely, be filled, know peace… Blindness doesn’t characterize those of faith! … More Peace on Bended Knee
Father, lift me above the conflict of ideology: Religion, philosophy, politics; the confusion When cultures collide and beast-like biology Brings out the worst in us; human delusion; Organized in the ‘isms, schisms, psychology Of division; the back-biting hate transfusion; That limits You to our limited understanding. Father, lift me upward! Where Your eternal Values transcend … More Be Lifted!