Tuesday, August 30, 2011


The brink calls to me
As a yawning chasm of welcome.
The day presses heavy.
The night calls cooly
From behind the luminescent curtain
Of sun-rays.
Peel back the curtain,
Bring me sweet darkness
And silver starlight.
Open to me the canyon of
Open to me.

Gallantry rides a horse made of cardboard.

Gallantry rides a horse made of cardboard.
I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the only reason
Dashing princes wear alluring armor
Is so they can blind your eyes with the light
Of their own arrogance,
And shield themselves from vulnerability.

You possess yourself with an honourless view
Of knightly honour.
Armor shining,
Your prince attacks the horrid dragon.
You didn't see the blackened flagon
Of selfish ego he consumed with
Violent intensity.

Gallantry may have a quaking sword hand
Not because he fears the dragon's
Fiery eyes,
Or because of the blinding, soul-binding hate
He hears from the scaly creature's
He shakes because he sees you.

The dashing prince may carry himself
With perfect poise, and
Dashing dexterity
While i shiver on my
Soggy, saddled beast of burden.
But gallantry does not cover itself in
Unscathed armor,
Rather, it destroys it's armor to
Become vulnerable for you.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Dusty Ruins.

I built cathedrals in my heart.
I made the spires perfect.
I polished the golden wood altars
Until they sparkled like the moon.
It was only then that I heard
The empty wind howling through
The hallways.
The emptiness rippled
And shook the deepest of depths.
My cathedrals fell,
But it was then,
In the dusty ruins of my experience
That I found you.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Sea-Salty Sweetness.

I want to be a Phoenician
Sailing the world on a polished wood ship.
The striped sail swirres and swooshes in the wind.
The wood creaks a traveling song.
The oars dip in the water like synchronized engines 
With pistons of men.
I want to go in search of snails 
With which to dye my purple garments.
Invent the alphabet, and carry my learning on my 
Sea tanned shoulders.
I want to be a Phoenician,
But sadly, I get seasick.  

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Going Home.

The cool earth beckons me
With indescribable sweetness.
My words are my cushion,
My hands a pillow of flesh.
I sleep in the grassy knolls
Sweet marshlands.
My soul connects with life.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The Beginning of a Fast.

Today I am beginning a fast. It may seem like an odd fast to some of you, but I am fasting from non-Christ glorifying music for 2 weeks. My diet has become fleshful and emotion gratifying. I want to put myself to death. I want to be fully resigned to my Beloved. So I need a readjustment to Him. I want to be more conscience and aware of His sweetness. Here Lord, surround me.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

The Word became flesh, and brought flesh to my broken soul with one word.

I have been meditating a lot lately on John 1:14, which says, "And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth." I want to show you two reasons to praise Christ for His great mediation.
1. He brings God to us. - "And the Word became flesh" -What a statement that is! God knew that we in our brokeness could never step towards Him, so He stepped towards us. He laid aside His throne, dominion, and power, and He subjected Himself to the humanity He Himself created. God knew that we could never step into His world to embrace Him, so He stepped into ours.
2. He brings us to God. - "and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory" - The Word "dwelt" literally translated means "To build a tent," or "To tabernacle" John is drawing us a deliberate picture of the Tabernacle of the old covenant. Remember in Exodus 25:8, God tells Israel to build Him a tent? In this tent He commands that the Ark of the Covenant be placed, and His literal, bodily, presence dwelt there. His physical glory. His shekinah. Well John says that when the Word became flesh, He tabernacled among us... And we have seen His glory! This means that we can rest in the Tent of Glory! We can peel back the tent flaps to the holy of holies, and curl up before the glorious presence of our Father. We can rest before the mercy seat.